Collection of honesty

I see you walking around, present with an absent mind with every conversation. Conversing with no intention, so much tension in your eyes. You don't look any wiser that's a fucking ugly smize. Your smile is just a pile of pain painted with disguise. As if anyone's judging, you keep trying so damn hard, Your cheesy lines ain't impressing no one, Those ain't no avant garde. You keep flirting like we all your bitches try to take us to your back yard. Fondling hair, rubbing backs like some big shot in a brothel. Trying to sell your dick insisting it tastes like belgium waffle. Filthy, honey we know inside you're ugly and empty. Yet it's always early for pity when you play games so dirty Making girls fall for you like a slut, plenty. They fall, they tell then you're like what the fuck? I'm not ready for a relo honey I was just mucking about. Please don't make a big deal no point you cry and pout. In a month it was Anna, then Louise, M...

Wandering through the streets, Where everything's to be seen. I'm walking with no direction, Skipping through skies blue and grasses green. Where ever the sun is shining. I'll follow where the flowers bow, I'll trace a shy butterfly, Because when then, if not now?    I don't have a destination, I'm open to every journey, There's no too late for discovery, Any hour is early. So show me all the summers, Take me to every frost. Not all those who wander, can be considered lost.

On an ordinary day, Left home to dig under the sea. Hoping to bring some treasures home, He sits so patiently. The waves were exceedingly excited to welcome A rare guest on such occasions. Through the rocks and slippery mosses, Falling with vagrancy. They cannot find him, He has not been found. Uncertain of his home bound. *This poem is triggered by a tragedy that happened very recently to a friend's father. May he come home safe and may we cherish all that we have and the ones that we love.