Deconstructed

Do you like being picked

Up and blown 

Without consent?

When was the last time you

Had fun?

Smiled?

Really smiled.

He blew and blew harder

Until the 

Seeds of the dandelion spread

Over the face of the earth

"Thank you for

Letting

Me into your life"

You like blowing dandelions,

Sending their seeds off in all

Directions.. Stringing them

Along. But you don't 

Believe it when they

Come right back to you.

You want to blow the

Dandelion and watch how far the

Seeds will go, and never

Ever know where they land. Do

You

Even

Care?

You picked up a dandelion

A dandelion

A dandelion waiting to be

Picked up.

You picked up a dandelion

A dandelion

A dandelion who loved

Too much.

"You're cute" you say. "I like

Your

Passion" replies the dandelion.

But what is a dandelion? A 

Dandelion is a

Dandelion is a

Dandelion. And not one is any

Different

From the rest... Right?

Today 

You don't believe in this

Dandelion. You think this

Dandelion is just 

Like the rest.

Today you think he's anyone,

Another companion. A comfort.

Today is not the first nor the

Last day like this,

Yet today you make

All dandelions want to

Wish themselves away..

Well,

at least,

This

Dandelion.

Getting Closer

I, under the moon's light,

I tumble and swerve 

Towards the edge of the canyon

To better see 

All of the stars.

Can you see them

From New York City

Can you see them

From your

Bedroom window?

Time is a dimension

Connecting us all,

But what if we can

Send messages

Through this wall?

I look up and see a

Bright nighttime overcast-

A purple brown confusion

Situated stubbornly

I look up and know

The moon is just slightly

Slightly

Above the horizon.

Soon, I know, it will

Peak.

Soon, I know, it will

Wane.

Soon, I know, it will

Fade away.

But

Soon, I know, it will

Be anew.

I look up and know,

Just slightly, slightly,

You care for me

Above an average.

Space separates us,

But what is relativity?

I hear your emotions

Through the tiniest word

You say, the tiniest 

Gulp you take.

Can you feel the moonlight?

Dissolving into our flesh?

Can you feel

Infinity and mortality

At the same time?

I, under light and facts,

Float and wonder,

I step and jump

Toward the height of the moon

To better feel

Your moonlight.

Stillness

As quiet as it had been,

I was still unperturbed by it:

Its isolation, its indefiniteness.

The rather calming sounds of

Rock, dirt, and water being displaced

By my shoes' soles echoed

Throughout the desolate park:

A small meadow of snails

Traversing grassy knolls,

Soon-to-be rusty swings

Competing for who the wind

Pushes further;

My hands frozen in my

Pants' pockets.

A woman sat stone cold

Pale-skinned under the rain,

Her sudden form was unreal until

Too late, smoke billowing around her.

Shrouded in darkness she said

I think so, when I asked if she was okay.

A bright moth drunkenly fluttered

2 inches from my self, losing demeanor

I walked away.

Giving In (Roses)

You've got the sort of

Spirit

That gives me Hope.

Baby,

You've got the

Smile

That illuminates my Path.

Happiness grows with

The watering of your

Love; only you can make

M   e      s   m   i   l   e

Inconsequentially,

(Alone).

I'll take your hand, and

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Right into your

Heart.

Shouldn't I?

Apathy

You kept calling me

You couldn't stop

Didn't want to let go.

I know who you are

I know your reasons

Better than you.

I don't care anymore- there is

No reason to care anymore.

You don't understand it's

Because I just want to be

Happy with you, not because

I don't care anymore.

We sat in silence not saying

A word,  not even to ourselves.

I know when you're not thinking

I know it's over but I know you

Want to keep going. Just sit there

And don't reach for my hand

Just sit there. You can't do this

Anymore because we have stayed in

Silence for so long.

You kept calling me, but we

Never said anything.  You

Didn't want to let go but

You did. So just sit there

And let me not care.

Awoken

A palm tree waves and
Crashes into the corner's
Window.  A dark orange
Glow becomes a subtle
Then not-so-subtle light
Blue.  The blur from dark
Is a consciousness revoked
For some things may not
Be real.  I just know my
Eyes are open, and there
Is a palm tree.

My Room

The putrid smell of rotting flowers
Yet I refuse- I must keep looking,
Morning after dreary.

They might turn yellow again,
Lift their heads and
Live, so I am waiting.

I wait for that morning,
I wait for that to be over.
I wait, by myself, for the things
I have loved. I’ll never know
If I’ll ever stop waiting.

By myself, the flowers gray.
Nothing has color or taste.

When I walk into the room
All I see is gray- I know
I’m alone now.

So spare me and
Spare me and
Let me go back
Into my room.