Not Mine

I'm going to delve into this

New profound self.

           

            I'm going to make it go away

This person can't

                        won't

                              will not

                                      be me.

            This mind is too shallow

         And  this body is too weak.

This person can't...

                        won't

                            will not

                                    be me.

            It makes too many mistakes

      It can't stop stumbling on nothing.

This person can't...

                        won't...

                            will not

                                    be me.

            I wish to enter this mind

                And widen its range.

This person can't...

                        won't...

                            might...

                                    be me.

            I wish to help this body

              To be its balance.

This person can't...

                        might,

                             possibly

                                    be me.

            Is it too late, to take back words?

            Too late – to love myself?

This person...

                  might

                        possibly

                                    be me.

            This mind is more abstract,

            more beautiful than shallow.

This person...

                  might

                        possibly

                                    be me.

            Lastly, this body is nimble

            is capable, docile, working.

So

                        This person...

                                    yes,

                                       Is me.

                                   

Earthlings

DO You truly think that your meat didn't suffer? Did you truly think that your meat had a good life? If you did -- YOUR'RE WRONG

What I Don't Know (And What I'll Come to Knowing)

From brisk Idaho, oak treed Connecticut and lush green Oregon.

From what I don't know and what I'll come to knowing.

The depths of my mind where each idea spirals out through my pen.

My sisters laugh as she runs towards me.

From what I don't know and what I'll come to knowing.

My mother's love and my father's strength.

My sister's laugh as she runs towards me. 

I'm from hurt but beauty comes from pain.

My mother's love and my father's strength.

My friend's friendship and trustworthy beings.

I'm from hurt bu beauty comes from pain.

The teachings of my beloved stepmother.

My friend's friendship and trustworthy beings.

The depths of my mind where each idea spirals out through my pen.

The teachings of my beloved stepmother.

From brisk Idaho, oak treed Connecticut and lush green Oregon.

Nervous

N ever ending game of touch.

E very part. Leg to face.

R eally slow...a drugged like state.

V igorous thoughts – don't think at all.

O utrageous feeling – power over me.

U nbelievable...I like you – do it again.

S mile – kiss – touch – Nervous?

                       

                                    Nope.

All Smiles for You

Run – Charging at me

Slam into my body

Arms 'round me; we fall

The impact was nothing at all.

Your laugh fills my ears

I laugh till I feel tears

On the floor you're with me.

As you whisper my fall was sexy.

I fix my hair as best I can

Till you mess it all up with a hand

I sigh but lean in for this

The moments when we can kiss.

I'll be running to get the door

You're there as I tackle the floor

Gasping hard...the pain is a lot.

You're laughing and saying “Damn that's hot.”

Beneath the Trees

Beneath the trees,

I know we'll meet.

I yearn to see you...

For it's my heart you keep.

Rain coats my body.

And rolls on my skin.

Open your strong arms.

And let me step in.

I can dance with you.

Beneath these trees.

Together we'll fall (in love).

Like the color changing leaves.

The world will sing.

My hand fits with yours.

Your face it glistens,

With mine your lean in – I'm sure.

Lips brush mine softly...

And the wonderful warmth of you.

Beneath the trees.

I'll never feel so true.

Kiss,kiss.

Me, me.

Beneath the trees.

My heart in the heart of yours.

Your heart guards mine.

Rain kisses us too.

Which makes us shine.

Cheek to cheek.

I can finally be warm.

And I sway here.

Encircled in your arms.

Gently sweep my wet hair.

Behind my ear.

Nose to nose...

Loosing you is my fear.

And beneath the trees

Loving you is what I'll do.

As rain kisses me.

As I kiss you.  

Reality and Me

If someone ran up to me,
and pushed me off reality,
I would gladly float off.

It would be as though I wasn't there
my presence will be elsewhere.
My body in another land.

Where I'll be fighting monsters and raising messenger doves.
Living in the sky and bombing those above.
I'll swim in a pink ocean, where the flowers are plenty.
Trees as tall as the sky and animals that are quite friendly.

No one would miss me.
And no one would care.
That this little girl had been pushed elsewhere.

My guardian need not know
My pa shan't see my glow....
My love can find another
My friends need not bother.
No one would matter
And I wouldn't either.

This space wouldn't have to be shared
For I would be off elsewhere.

I'd be running after horses and painting my face.
I'd be traveling through time and chilling in space.
School would be boring but home is upside-down.
Reality is unheard of in my part of town...

Sadly... and stupidly
If I get pushed here
My weighted body would fall
and I'd burst into tears.....
For no one here can clearly see
how much I abhor reality.