I am my mother’s tears at my birth
Raging emotion of unshared words
Rotten beauty
I am unseen dewdrops that lie beneath the forgotten tranquil flowers
My only fuel for the fiber roots of a broken heart
I am my brother’s harsh, un-ruling word
Uttered in the absolute climax of forceful whispers
Vandal love
I am planted starlight
Of a crimson moon laughing at my philosophy on imitating fireflies
I am my room
An identity unlocked
The recipe to end the dying hunger drowning in un-awakened answers
I am unearthed resolution
That questions the mind of thoughtless butterfly wings
Curious imagination
I am my body
As the world rushes by
I am reminded of a suspended moment caged in an image
I am a broken mirror
Accidental, superstitious, bound to onlookers and various body gestures of wishing
Cracked time
I am the hidden purpose of buttons
Non-caring, non-judgmental, accepting, non-racist, nor discriminator
But more human than you
I am a suppressed invention of feathered dreams that fall amongst all shadowed opinions
A visionary, prophet
I am your materialistic child
Banished, concealed from your reality
Just another frame upon the wall but with fantasized power
I am fire breathing on wind
Traveling through the universe
A seeker for a non-changing music note
I am your war of drained silence and miscellaneous sparkling machines
That fled from you finger tips
I am one form, one meaning, and a single truth
Of misused words that have lost their way
…Simplistic Icons …
How I long for your intimate kiss