thank you rain, beautiful aid.

there is something enthralling in the air..

how delightful, the world is so musical.

my senses giggle & tingle,

thoughts converse & mingle.

surround me in sweet sound,

as i'm eclipsed in bliss.

biting into the fruit of happiness.

bursting are the flavors of life.

when you see your lover,

kiss em' twice ;)

tap..

tap..

tap..

drip..

drip..

tap..

on my window,

dripping down are pretty

water crystals.

i watch them dance across the glass,

running in their scattered paths.

in the distance,

i hear constance.

rain.

such a simple beautiful recognition.

and i grin knowing the rain man's mission.

i still cant help but wonder,

who are you now?

this question forever swimming

in and out my ears.

cant you see that my mind

doesn't want you here?

collab with brian!

my lines are bold. brian's are italic :)

i love drunk poetic nights with my boyyy.

colorful constance..

you give me simplicity,

a beautiful reaction of energy.

you give me constance,

with just the right amount of nonsense :)

never knew it could be so easy,

findin someone to run wild with me.

through the fields of color,

through the times of duller,

we can bask in sheer delight,

knowing we share your bed at night.

and anticipate a kiss so very fine,

after i complete our rhyme.

in your presence i can feel the essence of pure beauty.

wont you be my flower? and continue to grow with me?

wont you be my power? and continue to flow through me?

your skin is shimmering like white crystals in the sky,

reflecting from the moonlight, with eyes of exquisite ice.

bluer than the hottest fire,

your soul, heart & face that i desire,

our love conspires

in waves of color.

his skin shimmering like

white crystals in the sky,

reflecting from the moonlight,

with eyes of exquisite ice.

inspire. reflect.

e x p a n d

intellect.

so strange that it's pleasant,

this life im livin in the present.

i dont like this writers block bullshit.

4 lines.. daniela? REALLY :(

when you

take those

flowers home,

please do

them the ultimate

pleasure..press

them in between

pages so they can
live forever.

the fact that you exist & strive to "live." makes me uneasy.

it's because you're so much like me.. in ideals & creativity,

but you're everything i never wanna be..

gettin a little odd.

i've go a fuckload of pillows,
purple tan and red.
and i dare to declare
i've got the most comforable bed.
with multicolored blankets
that i get lost in & i lay my head.

swirling around me is the colors of my walls.
dripping from tacs are artifacts.
i've got em all.
picures, beads,
records, dreams.
necklaces & rings.
candle wax & tea bags.
tapestries and rock wraps.

short poems :)

one day when i have a child

i will tell them to remember,

that one man's trash

is an artist's treasure.

wind chimes bringin me songs of wild fall.

to you, to me, and to all

who can begin to dance

in delicate vibrance.

the simplest of sounds,

allow me to twirl around.

the elder sunflowers sit back in september somber.

everything is ending & beginning like i remember.

each atom in my body is spinning with the earth,

our colorful top of wonder.

i got some thoughts and i'm bound to sell em'

my life is a collection of stories

& they'll be worth tellin.

who am i

what am i to you?

someone who,

is so niave and young,

who's song hasnt been sung.

well im singin, each and everyday

i hope you hear the love im bringing

in every way.

hal

dust collects in the part of my heart

where you used to lay

you used to bask in my spirit,

you didnt exist in life.. you lived it.

anything but delicate.

wise with good advice

that you never ceased to give

untill other people in your life

became more important.

now we are mere ghosts in eachothers reality.

i dont think if my eyes landed apon you, i'd see.

mister is invisible to me.

once again i'm 15 and he dont know me.

it's funny, relationships sometimes.. how you start off as strangers

and in time.. you become what you once were..

a stranger to the other when you were once their lover.

i went from being

"the best thing in my life."

"the girl who keeps me wanting to be alive."

to someone who played a role in your attempted suicide.

now i know its pretty obvious,

who inspired this, who inspired this.

was hesitant to share this, but fuck it.

our dirty feet have lost their shoes,

we wander with nothing to loose.
i wonder if i'll ever get to sleep tonight,

cause im anticipating the daylight.
we dose undearneath the crystal stars,

humming the melody of serenity.
layer upon layer of clothing

and i still feel your warmth,
the wind can not touch my skin
when it's your arms that i'm within.
hand in hand, we search and explore the land.
i want to find friends

that inspire me again.
whistling is the wonderous wind as it
sings colorful songs of autumn trees.
a breath of fresh air is what you are to me.
my idea's spin along with the crumpled leaves.
as this season once again repeats.

i see more clearly.
each minute,

hour,

day,

month,

year..

im changing,
my life is rearranging,

and it doesnt bother explaining.
i am constantly in question

but with patience and thought, i learn the lesson.

my memories, they call me down the street.

sun flowers faced down in their september somber.