Unique...
Sport a tattoo or marry the cow
Awed wishes of a passion, weak
And sitting pretty, in the round of a house

See my stare...
Windows with impeccable taste
Give kisses in a share
Of a wayward breeze, that even hosts haste

Done?
And the door of sincerity, to weigh the possibility
Cause, quarter and a hiccough; just for fun
Do we learn the better of each other, oft survivability?

Sweeter by the course, of a wisdom in the first
Is sense so lovely a can, even imaginary sorts...
Wearing the abuse of the world, or a sunny remark even worst
The wagers in lead, we tell the tale of living's forces?

Room for more?
Sultry, lithe, or the spare eyes of chance to choose
You over the adding few, of what was a hand to question sore
The future of mercy in a miserable change, of seasons into you's

Satellite Beach
  Out of reach
   Exoplanets!

Dylan in Orlando
        Twilight
             Yes.

I don't know who you are,
Where you are,
What you're doing;
All I know is that
I don't know a thing about you
Yet the thought of you
Destroys me
Every single day;
Tearing at my ribcage, my
Lungs, poking holes in
My skin even though
There'd be nothing to see on
The inside except the
Dust and the way you've
Ruined me.
I paint over the walls
Even as the house crumbles
As others attack, cornering
Others with passion or
Burning plaster with
Laser-hot gazes,
Watchin from afar.
They say love's a fire
But even in its absence
My head burns
Like I've been shoved
Into the witch's oven
Without getting to appreciate
The gingerbread house.
Everyone else's breath
Smells of sugar and spice
And all things nice
Teeth rotting from the sweet
Nothings they tell me about
Their beloveds.
The time will tell adage
Repeats itself to me
Over and over. Sophia Vergara
Said that love's right
Around the corner
But I've been walking
Straight for far too long.

im so done.
so done.
done.
.

do you ever tell your parent that what if you can't do it and all they say is "I know you will". No mum. What if I can't ?  what if I disappointed you? what about my guilt? where do I keep this feeling? why is it so heavy? what if i fail? what then? will you still think of me as your brightest kid? will you still use me as an example for my siblings? will i be an example? what if i couldn't be that intelligent always making you proud kid? what if i fail mum? why is this feeling so heavy? where do I keep it mum? What if i fail?