I never wanted someone
As much as I want you
I'd give **** near anything
To be with you
I'd say anything
To have you in my arms
And I would do everything
To wake up next to you

Fleeting dreams broke away
at the stark knocking
of harsh light on my temples.
I grasp for them as they float upwards
like balloons on wind,
strings swirling just out of reach.
Farewell dream.
I will watch you ascend
from the rumpled landscape
of my mattress.
A memory I can't quite remember
but am endeared to.
No alarms are necessary here
besides the universe
beckoning for acknowledgment
of its emblazoned display.
The birds delight
at their chatter
beneath my window.
Oh, they have so much to say.
Quarrel or song?
A beautiful, contemplative banter
that waltzes up past windowsills.
I smile and hum along
for the morning greets me,
reluctant as I am to answer it.
The dust dances in the rays of sunlight
streaming through gauzy layers of rippled fabric
clinging to my window frame.
Such a shame that I should
seek to bar the sun from creeping in
and setting upon my sleeping self.

I've always tried to  hold everything together.
Pain or love threw any weather.
But even the strong know the week.
It hurts when you get knocked down but you get back up, cant sleep.
I hope you know this in every word I speak.
Because one day I'll be gone.
All that will remain are forgotten melody's to a broken song.
I can never claim everything will be all rite.
because we all know what hides inside our heads at night.
Even when I've lost my fight
And I don't wake agene at the end of a night.
Just put your faith in the sick, deprived, and un-holly
Because death is all it seems will take you wholly

taking steps besides you
is how i find peace
the colors of your love
is a story melting the pearls
...wake me up beside you
cause i want to feel alive
when you breathing with me
before you see the world
aaaaaii aaaiiiiii
in your your arms
that is pillow wine

Accepting my generation is kind of hard, everyday mental capacities are sabotaged, take a glance at my peers & everybody's identity is camouflaged
It's an age where there's a long line of scars, their inner image is cut down reduced like wood to a cabin lodge, & they don't realize one day they'll have to pay for pretending, identity theft is a major kind of fraud.
No mind desires to think for itself, they wait on the next topic like a lecture class, only to not develop their own opinion on a topic already selected for them, it's like a professor giving a quiz with the answers listed.
Love is ridiculed & you're chastised if it's felt, my brothers and sisters are clearly broken, a generation of fractured glass, & my soul aches as I observe minds that were predestined for uniqueness be restricted and uniformed to one day wake looking for their life realizing they've missed it.
The other day I found myself on the Twitter page of a boy who has counterfeited my essence & over written the gift God gave him that is his own style, his own thoughts, his one fights.
I felt no anger rather sympathy, the avidity to help, to show and tell him that no flesh is of greater value than another, that his mind is as onliest as my own, & rather than borrow my charisma he should seek his own until a fit feels right.
Everyone witnesses this tragedy but so many are blind to it. Social media sets the standard of what you guys feel, accept, avoid and address & those actions are the root of what will define you & should originate from your own spirit and core.
Believe it or not the opinion of the public you're not assigned to it, Don't let opinions lead you astray from the real, to neglect, and compress those remaining fractions of who you really are screaming out to be heard and glorified more.
Consider we live in a generation where guys will crave for women who are generous with their bodies & then give advice for another man to steer clear of a woman who has shared the very thing they search for & chastise that guy if he shows any emotion toward her.
Comprehend I observe girls complaining about immature men & being blistered by bad intentions but have the audacity to turn down a genuine and God abiding man down simply because he isn't a quarterback or a power forward.
We lack identity. So often we say our parents just don't understand but how could they? We glorify pain and lend scars, social media has made everyone feel as if they're famous, pretend stars, personalities blending together like a *** of gumbo, inseparable, undeniably the same and we wonder why we can't tell who our friends are?
Narcotics are consumed by the plenty, minds are poisoned with false values we've enveloped ourselves in, no one longer values a good person but rather what that person has that is valuable & they say we're the future? If you ask me, we are where the end starts.

Absent Identity -Dash Pinder

I found this morning a grocery list on the floor:

1. Bread
2. Milk
3. Political common sense
4. Wake up and repeat the same thing

Every morning I want to wake with you on my mind. But more than that I want to roll over and see you with my eyes.

That moment when you know your that person's everything. The moment you catch a flicker in their eye lids. Your her everything when she expects you to be right where you are. When coming out of a dream and seeing your face doesn't feel as though the dream has ended. A new dream begins.

That's how you make me feel every morning when you wake me up. With the silly noises you make in my ear. I pretend I don't hear them - just to enjoy the moment a fraction longer before moving on to the next. If I could savour any moment more than another.

I'd want to wake up with you - forever.

I woke up, had ***.
I woke up, just one more smoke.
For ‘morrow, I sleep.