whats in this head of mine..

i keep pulling it all out. but its nicer when it flows,
words and rhymes bounce right out my mouth.
theories ring inside my head, even as i lie in bed..
i can write songs and melodies and they float in and
out of me. im happy the sun blessed me, with
such a strange artistic ability.

never when i thought my first thought,
would i be sittin here writing, feeling, singing
everything i am. taking in all thats surrounds me
im the trees, the leaves, the, branches,
i give way too many second chances..
i've been told my voice is attractive, he said
it reminds him of lovin and relaxin'
im very much aware i talk to myself, converse,
sing.. rehearse myself, to figure my whole life out.
at least i know i've got a lotta love to give...
its an amusing thought to assume i know how to live.
well lets begin,
my desire for nature and purity grows rapid, im undone.
im under the sun, i endulge in much and such bad fun.


she stood there, in a sunflower field of
and he ran right to her and kissed her,
they decended into the flowers,
and like alice, conversed for hours
with the flowers, and were showered,
and sunk into the ocean filled with love.


will edit. its rough and i know ill re*write it better.
im not too satisfied with my writing lately. something
is holding me back. i wonder if anyone even reads this.
hahah oh well.