Ice

I should've had

One last cry

The more you give

The more it's taken from you

Just give me a moment to reason

Just give me some more time spent with you

I should've had

One more try

The more you give

The more it's taken from you

Just give me one more season

Just give me something that can't become unglued

Never unrest these eyes

Never let our love die

Can't help but love you too much

Please don' stay out of touch

I should've had

A reason why?

Just give me an answer for your treason

Just listen to my last point of view

I should've had

One last cry

Last Letter

Someone wants all the power

The weed wants the be called a flower

Grains of thought

We are all lost

Stay till the end

Nothing left to defend

Is it the future?

Was that really mature

Relics in the chair

Something's in the air

And a weed wants to be called a flower...

Love,

m.

It's How God Placed the Eyes

We have only seen our own faces in pictures or reflections

This is why we care about how others see us

The main reason for wanting to be called beautiful or handsome

I place my hand in the reflection

And try not to take pictures or be filmed

I have depended on other people's opinions for too long

I will never know the truth

It is how God placed the eyes

So I just stare at my hands and feet

Chaos Is Inevitable

Order brings peace

But chaos is inevitable

Save your candles

So you can light the way when darkness creeps

Spend your gold

So you can pay for your sins

Save your voice

You will need it for the protest

Don't believe everything you hear

Trust your instincts

Save your tears

Or use them just for laughter

Be prepared without organization

That is nature

This is how you save your soul

Still in shock!

But not disbelief.

Lately....

Still a dreamer

Even when I can't sleep

Maybe my days are numbered

And I will have to finally get off of my ass

Not yet

I want everything to be perfect

So I am patient 

While my thoughts flow

Always bet on yourself first

If life is a game

Death makes the rules

You are not Catholic if you never feel guilty.

Love,

m.

Done

To blessed to be stressed

To aware to take a dare

To meek to be chic

To adorable to be horrible

To concentric to be eccentric

To wild to be mild

To crazy to be shady

To fun to be shunned

To done to be the one

New poems coming soon.

Love,

 m.