dreaming

You labor for your dreams
but your dreams will never labor for you
your dreams despise you
because you are the bane of their existence

words of jane

A dream asked me to depart
with light heart and tender thoughts
lest I look back and freeze like a pillar
burdened with every affection and love
but my coffee's sweet aroma
has forwarded all my treasures
for every sip, purples
every stain, gain
everything, again

I drank some coffee before I spat on your chest
my mouth is foul
but your chest smells like coffee
we should just stand
because the next step is ought to be illogical

next to nothing

I painted a dirty picture
on it was your naked body
I spat on the ground next to me
a spot untouched by souls
I struggle to understand
why everything is next to everything
if you could move
I would've smiled

number poem

0
1
2
1
2
3
4
0

i have written

I have written
this is 1
many is 2
few are 3
if only Christ alone
then I would truly be worry-free

it's okay

I still love I

so many

Many days have gone by
many weeks have gone by
many months have gone by
many years have gone by
they have gone to tomorrow
to save the tears that we should've shed yesterday

let the music play

let the music play on
not that i'm dead
not that i realize my sins
only because i'm hard

untitled

because my thoughts are perverse
my arms flail
and my legs wilt
the truth no longer holds
because there is nothing to uphold it

backward

When you go back to a place, you want to be changed, because changes are the origins of certain excitements.  Transformation is noticeable, transformation can be conversed about.  The lack of change makes for awkward bantering, it's impossible for you to accept that.