Obnoxious Flavor

my pen wishes it was so deep it could write 3-dimensional wholes on 2-d paper without taring

conceded is not the word because is comes so casually,

so rarely a light that grows in it's biggest obnoxious flavor

however, I come to write you this paper

this poem that is different

let me start

I come to bring you me

sweet by every sugar cane

delectable by every pie that grandma ever made

as good as her best meal she ever baked,

I bring you me

me, bitter by assumption and brown by accusation

this is my color

chocolate, brown, vanilla wafer, candy cane that sounds like the best girl I ever could remember

or to even utter her name by which I don't remember

remember?

she was awesome

I'm guessing in this forgettable way

and to continue

I forget

the parties, the invitations to get-together, that some how gather people I don't remember

I come to bring you this piece of me that is peace,

not managed or care free

free alone in one domesticated me

and to continue

my jokes are terrible

the sounds of my humor evokes laughter in the wrong way

did I mention that I am sometimes terrible

I bring the turmoil

turmoil so diabolical that it may cause you and I to split

one broken in patches, the other in neutral satisfaction

I bring you me, the bear, the bull, the idiot

I hope you are ready for an evening of fighting

superfluous in act but needed in desire

I hope we can find friendship in this new relationship that is this conversation on paper

this poem, carved from trees and surgically uprooted from the soil,

a pencil, rooted from that same tree

a message so close to the soil it's flowers are dream catches

can you see it?

can you feel it ?

do not judge this intangible seed to make up for the paper and pencil

I hope we can be friends

enough about me what about you?

............

let remind you I am not tree hugger

I come to bring the peace, not managed or care free

free alone in one domesticated me

I come to bring the turmoil

turmoil that may causes you and I to split

one broken in patches, the other in neutral satisfaction

I bring you me, the bear, the bull, the idiot

I hope you are ready for another evening of fighting

superfluous in act but needed in desire

I come to bring you this paper

carved from trees and surgically uprooted from the soil,

a pencil that I used to write this message

rooted from that same tree

a message so close to the soil it's flowers are dream catches

can you see it?

can you feel it within your hands of judgement

let me remind you not to judge this intangible seed to make up for the paper and pencil

let me remind you I'm not tree hugger

I do it to see that face

About to fight the system that leads to my defeat

wish me luck

hope I don't lose miserably

I didn't know I was afraid of thunder storms

it's the sound that come after the strike that scares me

she's raising nostrils and bending bottle caps with her teeth

hope I don't lose miserably

she's mad

when my options are blue and yellow I will surely pick red

I really like blue sometimes

I know I'm in trouble when she raises one eyebrow

I'm gonna get slapped again

thats how I know she loves me

SLEEP

3 minutes past and she still can't sleep,

restless

updating memories caught in the seemingly wild nots of her consciousness

who is she to put her self out of her misery

is it impossible to be in control

and to think one has too much

we are nobodies who build bridges, cars, and sky scrappers

but something so simple as sleep is hard to grasp.

is tangibility what makes one successful?

to touch the tools that build?

to touch the mind and make it stop for 6 or 7

because when you body gives your mind still wants to build

werido smile!

you look sleepy

what form will you take next?

will in end in "y" and sound like "e"

thats funny

yet you don't smile

so I can assume that my efforts of changing your mood are lacking

thats unfortunate

to be soo stuck that it takes three

we all know that two is the magic number

so smile before this gets weird

Unoticed

what is beauty if it can't be obtained

a flower so sweet but to far to smell

like a girl with out interest,

who am I to her

she lives in my mind, not trapped

free to leave when she wants

me, hoping she stays

so I don't forget

so I close my eyes so I can see her

I close my eyes so I can think

thoughts of her are effortless

things that are day to day seem jumbled

DREAMY

my eyes adjust, and my throat is dry

both parched,

transitioning from Oases to reality, I awake to this desert

a home without happiness,

and a job thats out to kill,

yet I work at both

to be here, in this room I cough

I cough so that I may breathe

the trade is not fair

to go from shapeless water to cup full of sand

to be here, so far from my dreams

life goes round circle

I will dream again these happy thoughts

but until then I will drink this water

Oases make trade possible