the wind comes softly whisking at finger tips
i'm exhausted
eyes half shut and ears wide open
heat exhumes from the body
not only with sweat but with the aroma of cinnamon apple
sweet but bitter is the emotion that comes to mind
lost
billions of words dancing on paper
like a waltz or solo ballerina
full of fear on that pole
wrapping her body around more and more
faster she spins the faster my mind is exposed
to the back of my eyelids
imagination running rapid flowing repeatedly
into a whirlpool
utter randomness
and I whisper with the mist that leaves my lips
as a rainbow of sugary brightness that worst then a cloud
"I'm here"
reaching out grasping at your fingertips

This is just randomness poetry that came to mind and I wanted to share. I hope those who read actually enjoy!

Today I've been told that I was a fresh breathe of air. I'm lost on the subject but why in the world would you let someone go that is refreshing? I mean this maybe my lil rant but oh well. I don't understand!!! If I could be everything that you would like in a relationship why let me go? I know that there are few and few men in this world that respect women let alone treat women as the beautiful and wonderful beings that they are. I learned at a young age that if you treat a woman right that she will be more then just a friend for the rest of your life. I love and cherish every moment that I receive...If she couldn't notice at the moment that she will mean the world to me then why should there be any remorse for the separation that occurred???...just my lil rant

I really miss her...I was in love with her years ago. Now we went through life in two different direction. She grew up and became this woman that I could only wish she was when we was together. I admire and look up to her...She a mother, single parent, and my best friend. I want so much for her and I think she knows this. we talk on the regular basis and I know that we will never be more than what we are. I just wish she could have the best in life...

sorry I know it's been a minute since I've posted on here...

Life in general has been crazy...learning how to enjoy life and explore new relationships. I've started the crossfit program and i promise these people are going to kill me. I'm still going to keep the workouts. I think with my goal being that I get as tones as possible that my new tattoo will compliment my body....I still have to figure out what the next tat is going to be...

another day lost in thought wondering what in the world I can do. I love being the man of a lot of possibilities. Lonely thoughts of once love encounters. By myself sitting in a room without corners wondering... no not just sitting...floating. Not high or blunted, just don't give a fuck. How are you doing? With a smile from ear to ear, A grin so promising that if you was blushing it would be a look like you're ashamed. Look at me running a rant like I want to torture you with my thoughts.

This an old poem but still make me think before writing a new poem or before I do things that I shouldn't...

All father
Which art in heaven
Why is it me that can’t understand why I’m here
Through all this strife
Through all this strain
Why do I put up with all this pain
Trying to understand
That life is a ****ed up game
No winners, No losers
No way to understand a life full of anger
No ideas come to a mind that’s out of control
Nothing but anger, nothing but rage
Why should I even care
For what
I don’t see the reason
To the cause of this treason to my soul
As well as my being
Damn am I crazy
Or am I just going insane
To many questions that I can’t answer
Why
Why should I even care
I’m in this world to only exist
Not to cause drama
Not to end my life aka to only be decease
Forget the idea of my own soul corrupting itself
Forget the idea of causing trauma to my own body
Forget this
Dig my eyes out with a rusty spoon
Expect the unexpected cause this world will be over soon
I can’t complete my soul
I’m going to hell or my own internal world
This is my cry
This is my words
Understand them quick and leave me alone
I’m done

they say that what stays in the dark will usually come to the light... I'll just stay in the shadows and keep my crush from your sight. keep my words from your ears and my heart from all the desires... my body from showing the pain that comes from lurking in this day of darkness...cringe at the thought of wanting to caress you as you rest... at the ideas of wanting to reach out and touch of what once was or of what could haves....being slapped by reality that never could or will never happen... just the pain or insignificant of being wanted by.... questionable mishap of being read and taken to heart...but taken none the less and tossed away like a piece of trash no wait like a child being born and thrown into a dumpster...that pain not to be endured by the strong at will or to be subdued by weak dominance...just a crush that stays in the shadow and remains in existence... being created from feeling that never should have or from an illusion of grandeur that is misread...it is what it is and to let go and let God but to stand in the light and watch the demise of a once crush hopes and the once crush dream does what its name is derives....you have to wonder what they say...what stays in the dark will usually come to the light...