Complements to Friends and Family

I like your silliness- the different world you see between the eyes.
I like your artistic ability-The way you capture a world, through brush or camera.
I like your intelligence- The way you understand things through math and words.
I like your friendliness- The way you are able to make a friend within a blink of an eye
I like your kindness- Always so welcoming and kind to everyone you meet.
I like your ambition- Always working so hard and accomplishing a lot
I like both of your tech skills- The way you are able to comprehend electronics is a skill I wish I had.
I like the way you want to understand the world and traveled here is so brave.

My Enemy

His breath was inches away

His prickly beard brushed against my gentle skin

I wanted to escape

I did

Because at that moment I recognized him flawless in my memories

My enemy

The one who killed my dad

Hugging me

I couldn’t

I wouldn’t

But there I was hugging him back

The Phone Call

She waited for the phone call

Waited and waited

The phone rang

But who was there?

Who was she waiting for?

She answered the phone

They were coming at 6pm

Wait, what time were they coming?

Too late

They hung up

Click- click

Redialing the number

Who is this?

Oh it’s my daughter

Why did you call?

I called?

Goodbye

She sits on the couch

 Waiting and waiting

There is empty silence weighing on repeat

She picks up the phone again…

Build This City

She thrives to build this city of conquered variations of continuity
Trying to anchor tranquility through out sheep like motions
She doesn't try to find herself but she did in those lost hopeless nights
Giving all her love to all but not forgetting herself
Sometimes she wants to let go
Trying to see the sanity that she needs to go on
She makes mountains of mistakes 
Only to find mountains of accomplishments and hope
Often she wanders of those who leave her
And wishes them the best
She holds onto those that care for her
And puts every inch of breath to be there for them
Sometimes she often wishes if there was another way
But the earth keeps spinning
And time keeps going

Wanting To But Can't

Wanting to give more to this world
But not knowing what to give
Wanting to help, knowing your impact only weighs so much
Wanting to give, even though you are not perfect
That you are a complete utter flaw
Uttering whispers into the hopeless night
You want to help love ones, ones in need
But theres so much you can do

Pray

She prayed not because she believed in god
But she believed in hope
Believing in something more powerful than oneself
To preserve sanity
Even though nothing seemed sane anymore
She would pray

Back When I Didn't Know

Unsettling attempt to see the good in those that don't see any at all

I used to be that way too

Back when I didn't know

Giving, trying to lead a life of perfection

But failing

There is no perfection

I see the good in most people

Back when I didn't know

I would give my whole world to certain people

Back when I didn't know

I gave up my everything

Just to see someone who I loved smile

Losing hold of myself

I forgot to take care of myself

But sometimes I still do forget

Back when I didn't know I wasn't alone

That I shouldn't give up when times are hard

I should keep going 

And not only see the good in other people

But also in myself

In life 

Even when no one understands

You understand yourself

Back when I didn't know

Try For Yourself

Unravel theories thought through complex souls
Doubt that people will understand what they refuse to believe
Stays in adequate settings ever defying delusions
Growing forever tall and learning not to care
But keep trying for yourself
People make mistakes
Undefined

Defined

Knowing weighs collective notions of ambiguity
Varying from size these half full picture collapse
Creating a new exquisite depiction of what is defined perfect
Begging only the truth is conceived through her reality

She

She dreads empty lies

Painted with thick rushes of stapling warm colors; haunting

Gushing of emulating theories consume her fathomable soul

She rush’s for perplex perfection growing within the mind

She betters herself

Leaving things that don’t call back to her

Speaks Theory

She speaks in a dilated tone

Foreign to miraculous edges of conspiracies

Riding dread and prosperity

Conquering and creating blemish of growing flowers

Calculating prior perspectives dominating theory

Moon Shines

Moon lit shine ovulating emulations of glory

Reflection of stumbling and utters of hysteria of inner peace

Recollect flamboyant taste of your second self

 An image of acceptance

A reminder to not let go of the midnight rush

Independent humans flourish except in dreams

People depend on each other as the moon gleams