How fiery and vibrant is the emotion of happiness, but what a distant dream it is to many! To find bliss and sanity in even one sole moment, to experience a sea of emotions from the trigger of one event or one choice of words, one phrase or compliment can makes a person’s entire month. So much peace can be spread and scattered throughout the world with just a few motions of the mouth, just a few jerks of the fingertip across a keyboard. What human being is undeserving of happiness, the ultimate barrier to depression - to insanity? What woman or man should be exiled from the title of beautiful, or useful? Why should certain brothers and sisters of ours be criticized because of physical traits beyond their control, or a lack of charisma or a life choice of their choosing? The sanctuary that is happiness is blind, the endless abyss of love accessible to everyone can be delivered to anyone. Think of the joy that can be passed down to a people like pollen from a bee to various plants, how you can easily use your creativity to leave a statement of hope or renew ones self esteem. What can you lose from that? How joyous would karma be then! If we came together as one to uplift each other, if differing opinions transformed into different view points rather then different rumors would the earth not house an easier way of living? Happiness is an extreme necessity, as if in the family of air and water, without happiness does a potential heaven not become an inferno? A demon manipulative enough to trick souls into destroying themselves? As you see the next day, and look towards a fresh sky, let us move together in unity towards the dream of love, and peace.

Like a waterfall shattering against the top of my existence, like a planet crashing 
against the core of my heart in an apocalyptic manner- I am drenched with a new 
feeling of fight or flight, I am stuffed with adrenaline and a unique, 
calculative desire to win, to be victorious in the mundane surroundings of 
everyday life! To strive ahead of all the competition and naysayers whose only 
desire is to put down the minds of weaker mortal minds around them, to flatter and 
enlighten my fan club on an every day basis as their negativity is repelled by a 
mindset far lovelier than any other barrier - I am set and ready - my veins, 
every inch of my being is ready to jump out of the very flesh that restrains it 
as I awaken in the morning, as my eyes die out in the night. No feeling, no 
emotion is more satisfying then the arrogant, self fulfilling desire of victory, 
to fly ahead of the flock not only in intelligence but in all other aspects as 
well. I sit smug on a throne made of leather as I feed my ambition, throwing and 
discarding into the inferno of persistence that has engulfed all negativity, 
who has burnt and destroyed all shreds of human weakness and emotional 
limitations and has left nothing at all behind besides a god like lust for 
success, a dark, merciless unforgiving longing for a higher form of humanity. My 
mind, my heart, my desires and expectations have all reached a new height- a 
deeper, hardened rebirth fighting towards dreams once left broken and 
tarnished with a resolve similar to a tiger behind a weaker animal. I am hungry, 
more so than ever before in the entirety of my existence, and I will not be 
silenced.

Under a shower of angels disguised as stars and goddess’ among humans, you stand out so considerably – as if you were a trumpet amongst harmonicas, the symphony of your voice blocks out all other audio – all other forms of intoxication pale in comparison to your potion, the way your mind lingers on my ears and my mind and my heart and my soul - it is unmatchable. You are unrivaled, unrivaled beneath the sun and the moon, you continue to surpass my minds limitations and my basic understanding of women and their minds and their ways – you are constantly shooting down my theories and my foundations for those theories. As if starting completely anew, a burning flame - you are like a tower of Babel shooting through my heart – bringing a sharp array of emotions and feelings and voices into my mind, into my very being and scattering them about. Every fiber, every aspect of who I am seems to desire your presence more and more by the second. The period of time that I can catch my young mind on another subject is rare and gradually shortening and the desire I have for you and the foreshadowing of our future paints a vivid, brilliant picture everyday in my mind. If the Gods were to bring me any greater gift it would be to spend more seconds beside you and if I were to be acknowledged with any wish at all – it would be your presence when I awaken, your words when I slumber, your love throughout the day, your kisses during blank points. A shattered heart is a vibrant, mortal wound – but genuine love is a vibrant, moral healer and perhaps with time your hurt can part and allow more love to find its way in – but for now, I am content with this seemingly never ending fountain of emotion, these thoughts and this mindset that evolves each night, each hour.

In the face of adversity, in the shadow of despair and hopelessness it is your 
face, your relevant words that shine through my mind, my veins, and through my 
eyes as an overflowing waterfall of hope and salvation sought by any and every 
teenager in the valley of sadness. You've slowly slipped into the realm of a 
necessity, and I have no idea how this is. Your lovely words as beautiful as a 
rose in the awakening of summer, your consistent actions that cement your 
position as the apple of my eye never cease to amaze me - as the thought will 
never flee my mind that you are anything below an angel, or some sort of 
extraterrestrial existence. My dear, dear queen of beauty - queen of all things 
extravagant and radiant - your fluent movements are a spectacle, the way you 
move like a winter breeze and freeze my heart to the core with your aurora 
leaves my flabbergasted, never has my eyes rested on a more beautiful event, a 
more radical creature. To look upon you, to be given the privilege to be near to 
you.. Why it is as if I am looking against a Goddess, as if I am fighting my 
human nature just feeling the warmth of your skin. Is it a sin to feel what I 
feel when my fingertips run through your hair? When your skin presses against 
mine? Should I repent after releasing my tongue from its captivity when I gaze 
upon you? After releasing the hold my hands have on your frame? Or is that your 
purpose, to seduce and reduce, to bring forth these wicked, gorgeous emotions. I 
can not tell, and I can not lie, and in all of the things that I've witnessed 
and fantasized upon not one thing has come within human comprehensions distance 
to you, to your remarkable beauty and your remarkable mind set. From your mind, 
to your soul, to your heart, to your body, you are the closest thing to 
perfection our human species has received, and oh I'd be nothing short of a fool 
if I were to let you leave my grasp, and oh you'd miss a creation of the 
masterpiece degree if you did. 

From a variety of women you have been chosen and I write you this poem, it is rash 
and it may be full of complications but it expresses my impression. You are as amazing as 
a solar eclipse and more gorgeous then a meteor shooting across the cosmos, 
guiding and leading me with the mere trace of your beauty. You are the star that 
shines over me during the night, you illuminate me from afar and I am the poet 
that drowns in your otherworldly beauty, who writes you these lines of affection 
and attraction aiming for your smile, for your joy. Never has God presented me a 
more worthy beauty, a more lovely damsel. You have surpassed all boundaries of 
my minds limitations and have shown me beauty unrivaled and untamed. I do love 
to speak again and again with you, delicate queen. You are as great to this 
night as the moon, being as you hover over my mind - ah - you resemble a winged angel 
from heaven unto the curious eyes of us mortals that fall back to gaze upon your 
beauty, and I am infatuated. The brightness of your blush cheeks would shame stars 
as daylight shames a lamp; your heavenly eyes would brighten the region so 
bright that birds would become disoriented mistaking night for day, for your 
eyes.. They are two of the fairest stars in all the heavens, those eyes, and I can't help
but think how lucky am I for you.

Midnight is here, stars in the sky while I type on my phone and I yawn and I 
hear from the outskirts of my window a sad angel in tears. Throwing things and 
breaking wings off the bonds that she shared with others who appeared trying to 
settle her anguish but to no luck as she teared and she panicked. And as I 
looked on I began to imagine what kind of past she must have had and its sad 
because women go through so many hardships and their rep become tarnished and 
hearts become garbage, and if I had the power I would become a hero of love and 
of fairness who could distribute the right justice with awareness. I could come 
climb to the window that is nearest and settle the tears of a female who has 
lost it, people find things to pick out and boost it, floss it. She may have 
done things that were costly but no girl deserves to be tossed b, we all human, 
theirs so many honeys out here so we still choosing, so no need for abusing - 
because theirs plenty more, we need to keep our women clean and good and on 
shore keep em away from sinking cause that kind of thinking could be the 
beginning of some wasted sinning, and some crying women, and we don't need any 
of that. A woman killed herself, how many times you hear that? Its a cruel 
world, I pop some x because I love the o's she popping back, never typical we 
laugh and she known for how she never slack, but in her mind their is pain, 
she's drained, she's slumped in the back - she living in a world where everything is 
white and black, and difference is apparently something we seem to lack - we 
different though because apparently nobody is the same and shit is lame because 
she'll never know a true difference, calm in the air like we all just lit some incense 
and layed backed and chilled, while somewhere in the world their is a human 
being killed. Where is the fair in that? While we work to make our pockets fat 
their are heads coming in contact with bats and interact with some cats under 
the cloudless sky, as time flies by and a sad woman stands by to hear the news 
about how her only man died and loses it, and as I sit in my room doing some 
stupid shit I walk towards my window, wishing I was a hero, damn.

To an amazing human being who occupies the other end of this phone line,
I think you are the most gorgeous expert at conversation, the most deepest ocean of beauty, the most kindest soul, and the brightest sun I have ever encountered.
Speaking to you is as if I am speaking to a mortal version of heaven, and when
I hear your voice I feel as if I am leaning against the gates of St.Peter, basking
in perfection. You argue with me that you aren’t perfect, that a perfect girl is a
fantasy and does not exist, then please explain to my mind why I find so many
perfections in you, so many positives and such a lack of negatives. From the way your mind operates to the way your face formulates smiles, from the way your eyes look to the brilliant way that you laugh.You have become a light to my sore days, and a highlight to an amazing day. How rare is it to find such common ground with such a diverse soul, an open spirit, an omega of brilliance. You are a flame among ice, a moon between stars, and love piercing hate. How lucky am I to have met you, to have been blessed with such a grandiose human being, such a splendid soul<3

Your dark and cunning eyes, they aren't too shy to run through and around the 
frame of another. Your mind is incomparable, and your senses, they are sharp 
like the tips of rose thorns. I would love to be an architect for something 
that you and I can be, with a wild range of options and beautiful designs 
racing around my mind. A draft with options, endless possibilities, before us
like a rainbow road beneath the heavens. We may come apart, we may come close,
but my plans are brilliant, picturesque, brightly hued - and I will not rest
until we are nothing shorter than a masterpiece. A Romeo without 
Juliet, a lock without key, a lock in need of repair, and I feel as if you 
could be a remedy. You are like the honey that attracts bees, whistling dirty 
songs in lust with the sweetness of your appearance, your looks. Soften your 
heart princess, you are as gorgeous as the moon - and no beautiful heart 
should be so hidden from sight, not in gentle hands. I would like to change 
our possibilities and form them into a reality. Your soft hand, my own, I want
you in eyesight - always, for the rest of my life and further. You are like a 
beautiful ray of light shining upon a dark and gloomy forest, and slowly 
turning it into a paradise. You are an entity far deeper than words can 
explain, for you are an entity who does not exist, the silhouette of a lonely
heart.

Gentle kisses blessed upon your lips, with soft finger tips slowly lifting your thighs upon my own - I want your mind to enter another realm when I bite your lip once and cross over to your neck, your chest upon mine as I hold your lower back - slowly caressing my fingers within your dimples, slowly speeding up the pace of my lips. I want the exstacy of your body to make you twitch with pleasure as I drop your adrenaline filled body into the sheets - my body sliding up against yours as I arch your leg up and kiss your soft lips - kissing you gently, then roughly, and then pulling away altogether leaving you craving more. But as generous as I am to you, as affectionate a lover, I remove your garments - and my tongue ventures the beginning of your chest as the stars in the sky begin to align, and the ceiling becomes a sky, and the bed paradise. My tongue slowly but surely rolls down your chest in a snake like motion, leaving no part untouched as I run my hand through your hair - giving it a light pull as I finally reach your breast, and unroll my tongue upon the tip of it. In every direction, in every motion, my tongue secures your pleasure while my hand pulls your hair according to the tempo of my tongue - when I bite, my fingers pull, when I suck, my fingers twist - and the motion continues as I switch over to the other. All the while your body is in heaven, it is going crazy uncontrollably and you have no desire to make it stop. While I take my time your body makes haste, as you touch yourself while I slowly reach the ending of your stomach, running my fingers across the inside of your thighs to the outer parts and sliding my body back on to yours roughly, allowing my knee to rub between your legs as I kiss you passionately again, with fire and emotion. We kiss longer, and our faces are crushing together before I release you and slide all the way down, licking your left thigh, and then licking the right before gliding the tip of my tongue slowly across your button, making sure that you feel the warmth, the satisfaction that comes from another. As I begin to work between you, your ankles meet, and your mind goes weak. Circular motions, sucking and fast swipes have never brought your emotions to such a high and you begin to understand it more and more. As I finish below you, my own garments are removed, and I slowly slide between you, laying you on your right side as I sit below you with one hand grasping your waist and my vline crashing against the back of your thigh. The melody of your sounds, the joy that courses through your body brings me such emotion that I am only forces to too move more swiftly within you, more viciously , and your body can’t take it - as your stomach begins to falter and all which has been building up, all the feelings of exstacy, released in one large burst of emotion from within you as do I. As the sky begins to lighten, and the moon has transformed into a sun, I lay beside you and hold you dear to my chest and gently against my heart as we allow the evenings actions to sink into our minds.