Randomness and.....

Force fields and grenades

 In love with the truth
that nothing is real until you feel it.
Hearts being thrown at an empty canvas,
just trying to make art from love
feeling its way to the surface
pounding
until the moment
it touches the edge of your existence.
I stood crying
not because of her leaving,
but because I was not strong enough to tell her to stay.
In love, out of love
out of the stuff that makes us feel
the times that fill our minds with memories
that make us fall in love.
I told her I was deep
and filled her time with thoughts from mines
thats thoughts aligned connects our mind
but I never told her that I loved her?
I never told her that being deep
is an excuse that depth
is simply a void
and that all I wanted was her to fill me up like an empty glass.
In Love with the truth,
that nothing is real until you fill it with pa...

Randomness and.....

 I want to fall in love with Someone on Facebook?

I am thinking that if I find that person that understands my likes and status updates

then she has to be the one.

She must respect that I like to watch random videos

and randomly put them on my Facebook wall to share, randomly.

and did I mention she must be in tune with my likes and status udpates?

Also I carry my phone around with me randomly sharing random things 

that have nothing to do with anything, but seem cool to share, 

she has to care about ramblings of randomness.

I want to fall in love on Facebook, but first I need to update my status........?

Honey bees in honey trees while sitting floating upside down

 I float
floating on wings of honey bees
tasting the sweet nectar of their movements,
we see them fly,
but they dance to rhythms
our minds have chosen to forget.
The fluttering of unrequited love
as they move through the skies
of our existence with no cares, and loving
the sound they make as they whip the wind into Mashed Potatoes.
I love the breeze.
I float into empty hallways
and closets where dreams were housed in flowers,
but that has changed
because there are no flowers that can grow there anymore
and the crayon drawings have been washed from the walls.
I float but the bee tells me that I grow heavy and that my imagination has turned into concrete.
I once dreamt that the honeybee would fly me to the moon,
but now I dream of paid bills and problems that most don't understand.
I float...
floated on dreams of honey bees
I tas...