"Pretty".
Blurted my mind when I,
First laid my eyes on you.
The way you laugh,
The way you smile,
The way you stand there pretty.
Is this what I should uhh,
Really be saying about a guy?
I do not know..

But what I do know is that,
It tickles?
The way you call my name,
Oh so endearingly.
The way I am reflected,
In your eyes, only me.
The way you laugh so contagiously,
Over my dumbest of jokes.
It tickles.

And I wish, I knew then.
What started out as admiration,
Became something I fear most.
Because the moment,
My heart voluntarily beats for you,
Was the day I would lose,
A part of me forever.
The part of me that,
Refused to believe in love.

Started to believe,
In Loving Only You.

Must I tell you, I’ve got a Bag for a mind –
Just to unpack all of my Thoughts: thinking Back
On old plans I had for Myself, I had My thinking
Cap in Reverse

I swallowed a whole lot of Colours to fill
My imagination's belly, from dreaming in Black
And white – now I have a Picture full
By this laughing Spread, I can’t help and smile
While looking at the Ugly things that are
Secretly Beautiful

All my tears are navy Blue; depression in a
Collapsing sea – depending on your own Impression,
What you witness in glee, isn’t what the other will see

A Simpleton must annoy the Complex thinker,
But what if the Easier option for them, makes life
Simple then,

                                                  Is life that simple?

I like my poems flawed,
I like my poems human.

A cute black thing, all neat and tidy on my desk

It has a nifty water component- easy to reassemble

I haven’t gotten to know it well, I’ve poured 3 cups so far

One to get things going

One for my mom

And one for me

I’m looking forward to my first discussion with the machine tomorrow morning.

However, I’m still getting used to the sounds outside, and the coldness of my dorm again

Being hopeful is easy when there is no other choice

I can’t remove my excitement though

It’s a new year, and a new friend

Winter air dresses
with foresight of wrapped up folk.
Frigid layers coat.

My love is warm,
She makes my face flow with red.
My love is cold,
To others but I cannot feel it.
My love is trusting,
Good thing I was honest.
My love is playful,
Good thing I played her game.
My love is one of a kind,
The only woman I see.
My love is careful,
With my heart that is healing.
My love is a thief,
Of my breath.
I am lost in my love.
She is a frozen hourglass,
A bottle of endless time together.
She is my muse,
A piece of glowing beauty.
She is a torch,
My guiding light.
And, oh,
She was mine.

I sorry,
I turn on brain.
Me no think.
Think make you go away.

Never may the dream man wake.
He slept so somberly.
I used to think he feared the world,
But now I think I see.
Never may the dream man wake.
His rest is soundless now.
Now, never to see what he was escaping.
I thought I saw the picture, but never could I have foreseen.

Never may the dream man wake.

Never have things seemed so bright
They blind
Never have things seemed so warm
They burn
Never have things seemed so sweet
They rot
Never have things been so kind
Its nice
Keep that
Its simple