It's the awkwardness and strangeness and
slugging-in-time-ness
of discovering a new
person.
Too often, movies portray the meeting of the
protagonists as some
heady rush or a
whirlwind of sparks or some
******* like that.
In reality, it's a slow fire
laboriously
begun with two
sticks.

And sometimes that fire never even starts.

I watch you, but you cannot see me.
Invisible, untouchable and persistent.
A ghost in a machine; a man within a dream.
A watcher who cannot see.
I try to speak, but what you hear isn't my voice.
Voiceless, faceless; lack of true existence.
Though I can still watch you from a distance.
Your eyes as cold as mine, perhaps I cannot even see you.
But I feel you, and I think you sense me.
Are we both trapped within the same dream?

If I had to lie to save you
Would you let me?

The truth
So long as we love each other
A lie
For anyone who never really cared

I didn't know
That you were in love with someone else
When I was in love with you

I was just jealous for a time
So jealous
That I went numb inside

I let you go
I love you

And
I'm starting to feel better again
I
Am not
Chasing you anymore

Being young
Not knowing what these feelings mean
I could've really messed things up

So glad that I didn't
So sad
That we never really knew each other

If only I could speak when I was around you
Now I can speak
But
I don't feel that spark anymore

Maybe you are dead
Maybe
I can't ever see you again

I'm sorry
I can't write
Too much more
But I will

Please don't cry

left hand over heart...almost crying

I felt something touch my right leg today
A ghost?

If you're listening
That means you're still alive

Reincarnation?
Sounds silly
Maybe it's true
I don't know what happens when we die...

And if it is true
And you forget about me
I won't forget you

Maybe I can help you remember
If I look in your eyes
And call you by
The name
You had

Before you were born

Wow
Didn't work
Must be

Fake

as I'm walking away...I disappear...then you remember

The spirit never changed
Did it?

is it completely wrong of me to say
i'm tired of being in love
with only one person?
growing up is supposed to be fun,
but what if you feel
all of that fun
is passing right by your window?
is it selfish to stop building
what i've been building for a year
to start from scratch on something
i'm not even sure is real?

Never have I ever
Met a soul who is more perfectly aligned
With mine
A mind with never
Ending complexity.

Never would I have fathomed
Such a unique bond
Between two minds, intertwined
Wrapped around each other
Infinite times.
Unwanting to unravel
Two vines.

Two seeds planted  
Growing from different places find
Each never anticipated
To be brought together
Created
To experience the venture
That life orchestrated.

A mutual understanding
No words
Gazing
Into your herds
Of thoughts Running
From your eyes to my absurd
Mind – reading
Into the eyes of your soul.

The rarity
Of someone like you  
Drives my mind to insanity.
Wanting to jump off of the moon
Landing into your arms – inhumanity.

Imagining days spent with you
Makes me relapse.
You just being – you
Are my morphine – body collapses.
You seemed like fiction brewed
By the side effects
Of loving you
Neither of us suspected
This perfect chemistry created by you and I – I and you.

Never have I been so blissful
Could such a human being exist?
Perfectly crafted – abysmal.
Completely convinced
You are my acid
An extraterrestrial experience
Through the collision of our
Unordinary
Bizarre
Zany
Intellectual passion.

Creating a beautiful collision
Of two journeys becoming one.
When what seemed unreal – fiction
Meets reality.

Let us join palms and live merrily
In unison.

little man by the bus stop
with his tin organs, all replaced
because his real ones failed him
(jst like he failed his old wfe)
squat top hat and fat wide smile
and he’s almost a cartoon
and he’s almost not a person.

Don't let perception of the Weak-Minded kind get the best of your reality.
With editing, other people's words get twisted and misalign clarity.
Envy hardly reflects the truth- if so, it's a rarity.
Lurking under a cloud called obscurity- often they hide.
These Weak-Minded kind.
Thriving off of the pain of those they casually misguide.
Stirring up emotions then they run off to the side.
Cowards, these Weak-Minded kind.
Watching as two half-truths try to coincide.
Cut and pasted, the truth gets lost in time.
Feelings start to hurt as hateful words collide.
Repeating things never said,
But overheard more than a few times.
Angers flare,
As words fly.
Regrets of all kinds,
slip and slide,
Breaking ties,
damaging pride.
Fine on the outside,
Scared for life,
on the inside.
All because the Weak-Minded kind, rather lie.
It's people like this I despise.
Hidden behind their friendly disguise.
To afraid to show their face; but diss guys.
When you confront them; get no replies.
Just a shocked dumb look in their eyes.
These weak minded people are a waste of time.
They can't make up their mind half of the time.
So they are basically lying, all of the time.
Having a good-time, ruining your good time.
They only way to beat them; don't pay them no mind.
Best way to **** parasites, especially the Weak-Minded kind.

It is chasing me
Every night when I fall asleep
It is chasing me
Every time I close my eyes
In the dark place
While I’m alone
No one hand me help
It is chasing me
And will not stop
Dream?
Weird places.
Pull me in
Where no one knows me
And I know no one
I’m standing alone
In some spaces I’ve never been
Dark.
Dream?
It is chasing me