JNinelives

If I could lift you up, I would carry you with me Everywhere. In my arms, On my shoulder, In the palm of my hands Like a little kit. I would lift you up To the highest branches Of the Jacaranda trees. Why? For to look up, And see the sun shine Upon the purple flowers. For to look down, And see the world below, In all it's beauty.

Love is like a flower, But also kind of not. Love is like the sunshine, It burns you 'cause it's hot. Love is like a strong drink, I can't keep it down. Love is like the seaside, Somewhere you can drown. Love is like a full moon, Makes me want to howl! Love is like the last fight, Bear your teeth and growl! Love is like a pretty rock, Sparkles in the light. Love is like the atmosphere, Keeps you warm at night.

Sits in my mind, Looking for Something to bite. Clenching my hands, Try not to Shout in the night. It's better to smile, Knowing I can't win this fight. A knife or a tongue Will cut, Holding so tight. Red like a rose, Drip from your nose. Spit on their toes, Throw in some prose. Be as quiet as Solitary confinement. Speak as softly as The pavement, With all the decorum Of a knee.

You have value Outside of productivity. Beyond the tick Tick Ticking Of clocks, and bigger Than your inbox, or even The computer screen. You have worth Not measurable in dollars, Or yen, or Minecoin, Or Word limits. You have power That can't be written in volts, or litres, or with rice Or quarterly reviews. Your life spans More time than you live. Your feet leave prints On the concrete of our souls. No X-ray can isolate Beauty, or kindness, or charm. Not wood, nor rope, Nor steel, nor carbon fibre, Not ice, nor fiery plasma, Not plot armour, nor screen time, Not laws, nor propaganda Can constrain your heart And the love inside it.

I hunger but I don't eat food. Am I a vampire Or a ghost? Sushi is best fresh From the shower. Wrapped up in seaweed, Smelling of flowers. Many lovely things grow in the earth. Moss paints a fallen tree deep green. The speckled lizard graces a patchwork of bricks. A five-legged spider weaves a glistening web. I like water cold and cocoa hot, But iced coffee is also delicious. Doesn't cinnamon have a nice aroma? The world is a rainbow of colours and scents. In my dreams I can fly, Gently gliding over houses and streets. I won't drink your blood But I might give you a fright. When I am as free As I can imagine being, I choose to curl up in my nest With your warmth to keep me company.

Cast in shadow, Revealed in blinding light. Twilight sparkles, Fade to black. It never rains but it pours. I travel through old-timey film sets. Some emotions are dull or blunt, Others sharpened like a knife. A sequence of still shots Creates the impression of movement. Is this real, Or am I an illusion? A stranger approaches. Friend or foe? I only wear black, Or very very dark grey. What is the difference Between complex and deep? Good depends on the audience. Who is watching me? If you step on my foot, I will forgive you. If you step on his foot, Shame on you. I already got a good thing. Can I have two? I don't want compliments. Can I have love? What is love? To love is to be vulnerable. Words are like blood. I am afraid to love myself.

How to survive In a world that's not your size? Most things Are not made for most people. In fact, most People Are not Most people. Try your best To be gentle. Some things (And people) Are fragile to the touch, Or to being touched. You will, Not intentionally, but Nonetheless You will hurt someone. This is sad. But it happens, To some people more than others. You will probably be sad, but try To be attentive to the needs Or the person you have hurt. This can happen with animals, Which is sad. Or fictional characters, Or a car, a chaise lounge, or even a hat. Treat it and that with care and Hopefully They will care for you in return. Or at least not trip you up On purpose. You will be Hurt By other people. Not intentionally, In many cases. Nonetheless, this is sad. It happens to some People more than others. You may feel Many things. Try not to worry about the person Who hurt you. They may be sad, But let yourself be sad first, And then If they care to Let them be attentive to

Dear Fly, Please Die.

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