Pomade kisses

You,

Please use caution.

Walk slowly away but stop.

Be yourself and tackle me to the ground.

This won't go away.

Is it supposed to?

It's hard to believe freed minds aren't in sights,

Because times have spread widely without being interrupted.

That creak under the floorboards and that familiar slam.

You don't get it, do you?

Overhangs of blonde curls, genuine laughs, and mysterious paperwork.

Trailing polish

Just when you thought the complexity peaked, 
marshmallow kissed amber heels tap quietly.
Leaping through sunset colored grasses, quietly afraid.
Scarred and imprinted by branded memories, followed by unthoughtful embrace of fierce sheer veils. 
Head twirls and hair falls while teeth hide behind reminded nothingness.
Magnificently yours.

Lime Twisted Abnormality

What would you venture to achieve, If mountains awaited your phone call?

Maintaining misery through repeated footsteps, 

While deciding an unworthy response. 

A year away. 

Bringing fortune and multitude upon my return, 

Is it worth leaving my now? 

Dependent souls of innocent beings rely on my ethic, 

For this level of care is rare. 

The rhyme, 

My boundaries between being clueless and pretending,

I hate to live passionless days. 

On to drifted waters, brisk winds, and soft hair. 

Camera flashes and heavy jewelry. 

These false beauties embrace the innocence of vulnerable stares. 

Beneath the covers of magnitude is there, what is real. 

I hate to be standing. 

Running fears behind slammed doors. 

I'm so tired of fighting. 

Fringed lampshades, an untied silk robe, and mascara stained pillow cases. 

Understanding is scarce, the simplicity of decisions have never phased. 

Genuine like.

Silence

Unpainted nails, twisted hair and slouched shoulders.
The knot you're holding back in your throat. 
Bruised ankles, nature living, 
As if it doesn't care. 
I will explore, spontaneous, although I always have, 
find beauty beyond barriers. 
Those little nose wrinkles, bright eyes, and free spirits,
they bring me joy. 
The mailbox you haven't checked in weeks. 
This feeling isn't right. 
Picking up again. 
I will miss you so very much. 

Heavy eyelids

I try to see everything positively, but rant endlessly about things I can't change. 
I might be crazy, I might be weird, I might even be clingy, 
but one thing I know I am is real. 
To pretend to be someone, or hide true feelings is ignorant.
You're the coward. 
I feel embarrassed for misinterpreting, or maybe you are just unsure.. 
because things you can't hide are what I branch off of, making it impossible to  run. 
I am so wound in this going on feeling. Keeping my mind busy from thinking. 
It's nights like these I break down, 
because if anything I always thought you simply cared. 
This feeling sparks adventure, a need to get away.. 
meeting people without judgement, who aren't just playing. 
You go live your life, best of luck to you.
I find your future amusing, possibly entertaining. 
Because I don't believe that you know where you're going, and I'm interested to find out. 
Maybe you'll run further away from the people who care about you, 
the people that know you beyond your broken shell. And I hope you find what you are looking for out there. 
Because even the heartless remarks, the careless actions, and scared stares, can't push me away from wanting the best for you. 
Ridicule as you like, because I am strong enough to absorb the hate, remember the laughter, and smile. 
The candle waxed water, intertwined fingers, and trying remarks. 
Go live your life, loser.  

Life-less heart beats

It's remarkable how much impact one person can make. 
I love confidence. 

Fuschia

Abbey's hair here is remarkable. I am itching for some spontaneous change. 
It is newly finals week.
This year has changed me in so many ways. 
I love the expressioned ones, the people who aren't afraid to show emotion.
Paths are leading in so many different directions in everyone's lives,
and I still don't see myself down an ordinary one. 
I don't want to work somewhere, doing something hundreds do, hoping someday something will change. 
I will either be defeated, or completely abnormal in a successful way. 
I seek adventure. 
I think differently.