Blow into my mind
I can taste
This wasted space

And so you go
And close the blinds
Push and sway
The sea in we

But it becomes
Shadowed over time
Clouded to whats right
Hindsight is telling me to fight
It also said
Not all you do is right

Dump it all on me
Can we relate
Does this take space

Inside my he/art
It turns to wine
But who knows
I do this
I do this all the time

But who knows
I do this all the time

In hell
I look into your eyes
Take a peek
When you speak

About the woes
The counter to your life
I need no strife
On the counter
Let me counter with a knife

It's only bi-sexuality,
Who gives a ****?
It's consensual sexuality
Between loving partners.
It ***** being on the cusp
Of any one lean,
But so much worse
Being truly in-between.
It's not indecision,
Not confusion.
That's what's so perplexing
To any outside party.
Not that
It's any easier internally.
For I understand myself
And am comfortable with me,
But it's
Just the nature of society.
Nature of our philosophies,
Nature of our identities.

I'm just a product of nature.

We're all
Royal plains for an ***.
We're all
Noble springs *******.

I'm just a lover of nature.

If I seem to be having a laugh,
That's not a point you're missing.
But if you can't sense the sadness
It's cause they're kissing.

I beg you teach me how to laugh alive.
It seems as if I've tightly forgotten.
But, please, only no sadness for the past.
All that I had before, is left out and rotten.

I beg you teach me to believe in miracles.
It seems as if I've wholly got stale.
But, please, only no fairy-tales and quodlibets.
You make them up so poorly and fail.

I beg you teach me not to cry by no means.
My tantrums are being not much help at all.
Yes, I'm a girl, and we're not forbidden.
But it's in vain. I've checked it all in whole.

I beg you teach me how to get old steadily.
I realize that it's about my time.
I promise not to argue or resist noway.
My life was generous to me just anytime.

If this's the case, I will continue moving.
My feet will lisp along the ground bit by bit.
And when I have no force at all to trudge behind,
I'll simply sit under the pine and hug my knees.

I was angry at the world,
Until I get to see you sleep;
There and then,
Turbulent waves grew calm ashore,
Stars twinkled more brightly than ever before,
You were the oasis I've been looking for.

I never knew love had a sound,
Until I heard you laugh;
There and then,
Your voice became music to my ears,
It was all I ever wanted to hear;
A hymn that erases my anxiety and fears.

I never thought a love like this was even possible,
Until you came along;
There and then,
I want to spend my eternity with you;
In difficult times, we’ll see through;
Thanks for showing me a love so pure and true.

It was a Monday night;
When nothing felt right;
Endless pile;
Long as nile.
Came a bright light,
A giggle.
A laugh.
Oh, a mirth!

If my desire of immortality
Was not delivered on Tyche's oak desk
And my neck accepted Death's penalty,
Make my funeral transient and modest.

Do not dump me bunch of would-wilt flowers
Nor weep with salty tears upon my earth
Instead scatter me some seeds of asters
For when they blossom it is my rebirth.

Though if God of Wishes grant me this dream,
Erase my name from your reminiscence
As I have ventured out this weary realm—
I'm with the stars flaunting my omniscience.

Either way I'll try to end it laughing,
A fitting mood for my new beginning.

How many poets
Does it take to change a light bulb?

Two.
One to hold the ladder.
And one to tearfully consider the transitive nature of existence compounded by the tragedy of the assumption of replacement without true celebration of the individuality found at the heart of the mass produced and the beauty that can be found in a frail light fighting against the darkness inherent in an unfair world.