Sometimes I hit myself Because I have excess And I don’t think it’s fair To force that onto you
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
Working towards Common goals
We create ourselves In the image Of our Gods
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works
There is a Creator... Us! A reason for this Creation... Us! Alpha and Omega... Us!
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
