are we a possibility?
or we're just an illusion?
an illusion
that feels like reality
in the mind of
someone's imagination

To kiss the hearts of strangers truly,

Without being so rude, unruly,

Wishing stars so brightly shining,
Lead us to our silver linings,

Dreams lining our hearts with clouds on which our dreary eyes do rest,
With sore behinds and tired minds, we know we've tried our best, so rest upon the nest of dreams that free us from this test of time.

Time, a penny for your thoughts, for your dreams I'll pay a dime, with you it feels sublime to sweeten moment with your memory, think not about what used to be, but back upon our history.

His-story, a story told across the seas inside our dream, our conflict ceased, we are one team.

Strangers, friends. To this there is no end to the joy we share within one spoken letter, between the you and me, each one no better

Those words which carelessly slips
As if natural, through those lips
How dare you so nonchalantly
Say the words 'I love you' to me
Your words have stricken me
Giving me delight and vulnerability
You're safe yet so dangerous
You make me eager and nervous
Every moment with you is an adventure
Bringing out my weakness yet making me secure
I love how you're confusing and exciting
Also how you're incomprehensibly enticing
But I fear my vulnerability
And your complete unpredictability
You're capable of leaving me broken and sore
I love risks but I've never been like this before
Entrusting myself is terrifying
Because of this present longing
For your reassurance that you'll stay
That you'll stand by, 'come what may'
I despise the idea of vulnerability
But the thought of losing you kills me
So permit me to get used to and be addicted
To the feeling of being vulnerable and protected
Be my strength and be a man of your word
Mean the 'I love you' that's unlike anything I've already heard

If I am the water,
and you are the land,
then we, sweetly,
shall meet upon sand.
Where water seeps into the land
and where land embraces the water. Each within there freedoms
to come and go.  


05-26-2015

He posts a poem
He sits and waits
Hoping people can relate
To the words on his pad.

He posts a poem
He keeps eyeing for comments
Hoping for critics and commends
To show his words have value.

He posts a poem
Silence.
Finally peace
With his internal demons,
He posts a poem
To silence the torment
His words completely absorbent,
Killing each demon within him.
He posts a poem
To extinguish the flame
That is to blame
For all his sadness and despair.
He posts a poem
Not for anyone else,
But for himself,
A seemingly innocent task
But an internal cry for help.
HELP!!!...

Silence,
Once again
As he posts this poem.

Sometimes I have to remind myself
I'm not better than you.
I'm just better than who you say I am.

I don't intend to persuade you
I don't intend to persuade your words
I don't intend to persuade your side
I don't intend to persuade your mind
For you are you and I am me
I cannot change you to who I wish you could be
You are you
And I am still just worthless little old me