Your Essence Intrigues Me

I'm intrigued by your essence.

Your essence feeds my soul.

My soul, which is hungry.

Hungry to find fullness.

Fullness it finds through you.

You, the mysterious one.

One, but to me much more.

More than what society says.

Society says you're none.

None because you're you.

You're you and not they.

They, who control beauty.

Beauty is what they don't know.

Know is what they perceive true.

True is not fact, but their opinion.

Their opinion is so messed up.

Messed up by years of corruption.

Corruption that has missed you.

You, who follows your own rules.

Rules set by you, not by they.

They want to tear you down.

Down to their lower level.

Their lower level, they control.

Control the minds of we.

We are weak; you found strength.

Strength to be happy and smile.

Smile wide and be full within you.

You spread the fullness to me.

Me who yearns for you.

You who I'm intrigued by.

I'm intrigued by your essence.

Mouth Sealed, Never Healed

I think I may miss you

without knowing you at all.

Your smile pierced my soul

and I knew then I'd fall.

I don't even know you

but yet your aura shines.

You could brighten my darkness

if you'd only take the time.

Maybe if I took the time,

I could make you all mine.

But wait, darling, I don't

want to make you all mine.

I don't want to possess you,

take your liberty, and confine.

I just want our spirits to intertwine.

But I let you walk away moments

after you smiled my way.

Now I can't help but think

about you with each new day.

And it's my fault I miss you,

I kept my mouth sealed.

Now this wound I'm left with,

this achy desire,

may never be healed.

I miss you.

But I don't know you.

But I want to.

Forever more.

Lost at Sea

The waves are crashing;
They're crashing over me
and I'm barely treading water.
But I'm still breathing,
deeply. With this breath
more precious than the last.

This water is volatile.
I can't predict its waves.
It's shakier than my hands
and I'm swimming for my life,
alone. All alone
but I chose this predicament.

A boat floated near me.
Your hand protruded the side.
You urged me to take it,
but I chose not to see,
blindly. And I've been
slowly sinking ever since.

The Darkness

Stuck in the darkness

searching for some light.

Hoping you'll guide me

through my recent plight.

Praying you'll save me

and all will be alright.

Is it so wrong of me

to only seek you at night?

To be fine in the calm

but flustered in the fight?

I just want your light;

I just need your light.

It's so dark at night.

Been wandering too long

in search of your soul.

This journey called life

has taken its toll.

The fee has been steep;

my pocket has a hole.

Why do I feel half

when I should feel whole?

Am I really missing much?

What is it you stole?

Keep searching for your soul;

I just need to find your soul.

It's so hard to feel whole.

I keep on shouting.

I'm screaming your name.

The darkness drowns me

and the light never came.

I hear no echo, echo.

My shouting is in vain.

Is this where I am now?

Am I never to be the same?

Still seeking the light;

isn't that quite a shame?

I keep shouting your name;

I keep screaming your name.

But you never came.

The Choice We Choose to Complicate

Weight of the world on my shoulders.
Chest clutching; breaths are harder.
Is this how it feels to get a little older?
Uncertainty creeps around every corner,
but it's time now to get a little bolder.

Thoughts keep racing through my brain
then others add their own two cents.
And all I want is to try and stay sane
while projecting the saneness to you,
but with influences it's hard to maintain.

I want to do right every single time.
When I trip I feel like I must've failed.
It's hard to remember mistakes are fine
so long as I learn from their lessons
and realize that these mistakes are mine.

Life is no storybook; the ending's unclear,
but it's up to you to keep trying. For you'll
never know success unless you persevere.
It's a simple choice we choose to complicate:

Happiness or for our failures a constant tear

Master Plan

It kills me that I can't save her.
It fills me with sadness and anger.
She shuns me, telling me lies
but I can see the pain in her eyes.

It kills me that I can't be her rock.
It stills me when I can't break her lock.
She tells me it'll all be okay
but I know life gets harder everyday.

One day, I'll master my master plan
and my superwoman will have her superman.

The Day I Met You

I close my eyes
and you're all I see.
My thoughts, my dreams,
my reality.

When you're far,
my poor heart aches.
It's yours, protect it,
for goodness sakes.

Nobody more real,
no vision more true.
I learned to be happy
the day I met you.

Lost in my dirty mind,
it's time to come clean.
If my heart was a school

you would be its dean.

The Truest Crime

I'm in my head

but out of my mind.

You keep asking,

give me a sign.

I wish I could

stop on a dime.

And then drop

the right line,

but I'm lost in

these thoughts of mine.

And the answer is

lost in time.

It sends chills

down my spine

because I know

this isn't fine,

but for now I 

can only rhyme,

which seems like

the truest crime.

In a Burning Room, We Danced

It's a slow dance.
We've been doing it for some time.
You sway and I turn,
But we can't move while intertwined
And it burns me inside.

Music moves our feet
While our hearts stand still.
This dance can't end,
But we must dig deep to find the will;
We lost the thrill.

We have it all;
That's what we used to say.
Now my two left feet
Keep getting in the way
And the room crumbles.

In this dance
I hope that I can implore you
To move closer
And see how much I adore you.
I can't ignore you.

But I can't ignore
the smoke from the flame.
It saddens me
That this dance won't be the same.
We are doomed.

You spin out
and don't spin back to me.
This beautiful dance
has turned to a catastrophe.
How can it be?

We are going down
and there is no stopping now.
In a burning room,
we danced to the wrong vow;
Now take a bow.

The Art of Getting By

She thinks she's alone;
Only pain she's known.
Constant with each day,
Nothing goes her way.
Yet she keeps on a smile
While inside frowns pile.
Days become mundane;
Sanity hard to maintain.
Yet she continues to try.
It's the art of getting by.
He sees them around,
But he hears no sound.
They speak their words,
but to him they're absurd.
He's lost in dark days,
when nothing goes his way.
But he won't show pains
while his mettle wanes.
Yet he continues to try.
It's the art of getting by.
We think that our pain
can never be the same.
The hurt that we feel
to others isn't real.
Truth is, we all feel hurt.
With darkness, we all flirt.
We are not so alone.
Together we're home.
We all continue to try.
It's the art of getting by.

Magazines are Wrong

It's impossible to be perfect

in a world of imperfections.

Where our actions are ugly

and hate spreads like an infection.

She struggles with the mirror

each morning and each night.

Using make up to cover her "flaws"

so her looks can feel just right.

See, the magazine told her

just how to be pretty.

Now her bare face is ugly

And she's fake in the city.

I wish I could tell her that

the magazines are wrong.

Just trust in God's creation;

he planned beauty all along.

I know she won't hear me

for society has drugged her.

It took away her innocence

and now daily she must suffer.

But I can't stand to see her

worrying about imaginary flaws.

When every time I see her

without make up I'm in awe.

So I scream,

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

I'll scream at the top of my lungs

or at the top of my finger tips.

I'll be a master of tongues. 

Youest You

I've developed an affinity for you.

There is no youer you that I could construe.

But I've construed through a misguided view.

And now my you just won't do.

Filled with thoughts that perfection would ensue.

Reality is old I want what's new.

And what's new is the you I've construed as you.

You'd be confused too if you thought this one through.

But the fact remains true.

The you you are is more real and true

than that youest you I could construe.

Angel

Lead me to the light

through this darkest night.

How did I face my past plights

without being in your sight?

You showed me the sky

and I'm not sure why,

but with you I can fly

without having to try.

Hold me in your arms.

Turn off all my alarms.

Protect me from the harm

From the demons that swarm.

I swear you're from above-

where they know real love.

Not the kind we think of;

the kind that gives hate a shove.

Now I know angels are real

by the way you make me feel.

And how all my wounds you heal.

Even those that I conceal.

Angel, with me please stay;

forever and a day.

I'll never, ever stray.

What do you say?