"I saw the sun going down in your eyes with all the lies."

Obsession of possession can be corrected but how to correct obsession of another being ?

How can you trust a person who broke said trust a thousand times over?

How do you set boundaries when you are constantly deep sea diving and  gasping for air ?

Poetry is about the heavens above us
It's about the arguments between us
That we try to let go
It's about the business men
And business women
It's about the house parties we throw as teens
And regret when we're adults
It's about the sirens in the streets
The secrets that we keep
It's about looking to the sky and seeing beyond the blues
It's taking our 4 senses
And creating something we can use

It's about the poor houses with their families in pain
It's about the rich houses
That have nothing more to gain

We never notice the chirping of the birds  
Or the winds or the trees or the yellowing grass
We're all too busy
Pretending that the earth will somehow last

It's sitting in the car
With your mind on stand still

Observing the world
For its organic pill

Poetry  is
Feeling your surrounding
Poetry is
Learning grounding
...
What is poetry?

It's too late to go back to sleep but it's too early to be awake

I printed off 4 work books of homework
But all the numbers seem to string up wonders in pearls of if maybe I'm just not fit for this world ?

How come I hear walking stomping tick tocking from the roof above me
The heavens aren't raged
I live on the top floor
There's no rain
drip dropping
Or
Ice forming on my window yet

The cold of winter lifting the hairs on the back of my arms
***** like a love sick man
(I like women)

Drilling and talking
Why at 1016 in the morning
Do i realize that all of my questions will remain questions
Because you can't make concrete
from pain
(That holds)

Grumpy
Grim
Grey
As she walked the tight rope
And jumped off that day