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At times I feel like a treeseeded in a hard placeor grown in cementstruggling I want to be like a treealways looking upwards whiledigging my heels into the earth
i was a full garment before i met you.   i may have had some loose strings,   but they were nothing that a pair of sewing scissors couldn't fix.   then you gave me that million-dollar smile.  
I wish to be a sloth     they carry along.     Swinging branch to branch Seeming in a trance
Maybe you don't think of me much Or maybe you don't think much of me But when I take my mind for walks We end up sitting under aspen trees.
some erotic escape I need with your face with the cosmos to my aid with a Fire and wild desire romantic play and zany runway the thunder of the heart beating fast
In a second Mutuals become companions From jokes to sincerity From half-hearted chats to imersive colloquy   In a second Companions tie themselves together Silver shiny peal
I want to live on the moon with you. I want to watch the slumbering earth the amazing clear vastness of the universe, I want to watch the stars and the shimmer in your eyes as you stare in awe and wonder...  
The floods push and coax others just go with the flow. But not I. Sometimes I drift towards shore, I prefer swimming straight for the shore, And then, I'm in another place. No swimming with routine,
From sandblast windows out I spy a flock of gulls in flight   and I yearn to coast the ocean, on a charter, strong and light.   Sail o'er the deepest trenches With a map of stars at night. 
Day Dream Things I think about when I ride the train Is embeded in my brain About what time I will arrive At my destination, which is beyond My comprehension
Dedicated to Miss Dani Koenig     When I say You’re too much for me, I mean it in the most Simplest Of ways. Not that you are too clingy or needy But when
Although stranded I may not be alone with the heart of a daydreamer and a handful of stars.
I see you on a sunny day On a California beach On the roasting sidewalks As the sun peaks behind the clouds I see your arctic smile And your eyes follow your grin Spinning around in excitement
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old. Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
Everyone's listening,
Plank the desk says.. Well he says nothing   Cause I’m looking at him and covering his face the whole time Papers, a notebook, and pencils lay over wooden lips In a cubicle called class
All Around Beauty Natural and Real Unadulterated By Man's Dull Existence Butterflies Birds Even leaves Hold powerful significance to the  Watchful eye
Night crawlers on the roof Walking around going, who who White faces smiling at you Tapping the window, who who Something is scratching the door Let me in, who who
Somewhere in this crawl space that we call a brain,
in his dreams she’s exposed
a faint breeze against my skin makes me remember what I love most about life itself. Simplicity is what makes me content the warmth of the Sun as it beems down on my cheeks making them glow with energy, I smile.
Sometimes I drift away,
When we're under the sheets I'm more than just dreaming I'm in a  better place, bigger than just my fairytale
They say pick a route. They say choose a dream. Well, I'm not backing out So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream.   My dream job is obscure Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
I watch the present smear past the wi
nervous and edgy you look at her
You are family Whom I have never seen The one that told me stories Whenever I was lonely I speak to you more than I do  to Him who took you             I’ve cried when you left me
  I've lived a life that's safe. Free of rejection, and what come's with it...
When I close my brown eyes I drift  away, To a faraway place that no one knows, A place where there are no clouds, storms of grey, A place where I can go, be on my own, A place where insecurity is not shown,
When I sit in school, I want to fly away. Up to the stars, To soar past Mars, I'd like to leave and play. This class is dumb, My brain is numb, My eyes are going blurry. My pen is dead,
Slaying privateers with my blunderbuss, The queen's lap dogs surrendering without a fuss,-- Remember this for the test: PV=nRT-- I took their ship, not caring if I was brusk.   I can't seem to shake her.
Familiarity boils over  in a pot that can’t contain A search for four leaf clovers, nothing can ever be the same And as we’re moving through the obstacles We built for ourselves
I write to let you know How I feel How I miss you How I resent what happened I write to let people hear The eloquence of vowels The harshness of consonants
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window, It’s louder friend only seconds behind. They bring me no fear, No wariness, no excitement.
If I should try to love you I would love you like the sky. I’d be patient through our trials, calm like clouds that drift on by. There would be days that just like rain water would drip and fall,
Sometimes I feel like I just need to say things: like yellow is my favorite color. I prefer cloudy days over sunny days. When I was young I mixed milk and maple syrup and drank from colored cups like shots
There once was a young girl, who wanted to escape. She would close her eyes, and imagine a place;
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