Looking up to you

tilting my head I look up at you,
     drowning brown eyes
If only you knew
 awkward posture
a stone held stance
mind sky-high
 I don't have a chance

Water

Pulsate against the shore with your stained carmine coil
the mark of another kill.
Twist and torque about drowned bodies limp,
water logged,
and swollen from absortion

All I'll ever be

I'll Never be
           good at anything
I'll never become that poet in your textbook
                                       Or the girl singing that hit song
I won't be the president,
            at least
not before I'm gone
I'll never be that model
                or the one that you desire,
I'll never be a buisness woman, climbing higher through the ranks
       ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is not
      who I will be
   and in the end, I won't even be me.
I am a shadow
                                  a shell
            a mold
Something empty, but solid
                       Whole, Half, and a third
Is all I'll ever be

Italian sonnet death

Racing, Pacing, chasing apparitions
Of yesterday silently concerned
the deficiency of your pulse burned
I have nothing left but volition 
hope explodes upon ignition
the bitter Hatred inside me churned 
for the warmth of you smile I yearned
gasps feigning the predispositions 
Of life being drained away from you
Death eminent on your cold lips
touching your face with my finger tips
To my surprise, you opened your eyes
and your hand hungrily clasped mine
Bringing me to note we still had time

English sonnet: Zombie (unintentional I know it sucks badly stupid writers block)

 Winter snow blankets the ground, Freezing hope.
 With a shroud to warm me, I wait for spring.
 Six feet under ground I can only mope
 Waiting for the sounds of birds to ring
 Dead, and waiting is the life around me 
 Come the spring we will rise, Like a flower
 And the dead corpse I pretend to be 
Will walk the earth and watch you cower
 The apocalypse is near, ill-fated
You have much to fear, your end is now here
 We the dead have coerced, and baited
 You to think you are our puppeteer
 We will soon strive in the sun
our spring awakening has begun

Logic VS. abstract

Can you teach an illogical person .....logic ?
          Do they care about the square root of pi
Or the shape of an eye and what degree angle it forms?
         or are they more concerned with
the way words flow
  Abstract thoughts that come from below, their heart and take over their bodies encompasing it in warmth
DO THEY GIVE ANY REGUARDS what so ever to a relation between a POUND of feathers
to a POUND of lead.
Or would they rather spend their thoughts in the beauty of the heathers thinking they could just float away on a cloud

Can you teach them how to think in a way that can be proven to always be effective ? Because some of the greatest
pleasures and thought begin from

~abstract~ perspective.