Simple

simple

rapture splitting teeth, just as chaos enters, cool breeze glides slowly up my neck cuddling my inner creativity. you know its hit for that crazy look I get. smirking my wild side is not quite wet yet. the gloss of my stare of tides captured not yet. the curve my lips lets you know my innocence bashfully seeking the remembrance of being kept. Soul like water moves slowly quickly and swift tangible for a mere moment absorbed like an adolescence kiss. Those who push upon the current lose control to be lost in a since. Lingering only secrets of water to be left to its own creeping becoming no more then a mere whisper of things that will one day be missed and desperately sought after. Those who take the current with pride will only live to ride the beautiful disaster Using the world as colors together to paint this art felt poets depth of soul. To lash out to blemishes and scars allowing simplest of beauty with playful fashion a shine greater then that of the cruelest attempt to hide this poets heart felt mind. As a song bird I listen to words the world is calling. As student I read the story out and follow it. My hands are barred in the sand and this poet feels it, the smooth simple beauty of what I call my life.