Understanding the Misunderstood's (2)

You know the feeling of being scared that your uncontrollable unconscious mind will inevitably fall out of the strong uncontrollable gravitational pull love fuffills  in that moment that feels so rich and full, but never perminanent, 

but good

definitely good.

With you, well even if it wasn't you, since the universe has layed out such an intense, acute interest in our bond aswell, it seems accurate to admit that the world benefits from our bond just as much as we do, which passes boundaries we cannot define  within our own two physical limits. 

And no, no point ever has to be proven to outsiders because every single distraction from what was claimed to be as the 'right' answer simultaneously submerges. The key to the naked inevitable truth. 

The beautiful, untouchable tool to beauty itself, is being able to serve it with a side of wisdom, and if you sprinkle some intellect 

Wells that's all three, consider it a fucking party. 

But parties got old when the only thing that seemed right became new. 

show me more

There is no power in this world as the one in the serenity of truth and baby expose my colors in the dead of light, 

     I want the whole fucking world to know. 

- Carolina Cancela

The ripe Cherry Tree

and even in the simplest sound of your tone

Resentment and desire reaching an equivalence 

May there still be the presence of the deranged principle in lust 

As to how I am now catering to my current chaos, adding the disdain in regard 

reflecting my past, resenting my future 

Then quickly refreshed by the mastering of the affluent, Western ways. 

Damn you. 

Yes that tone, the one you season like snowflakes, honoring the splitting disposable, fault of mankind, at rest 

Yet now awakened 

But baby I was a fool, just a fool. 

-C.C.

It was almost scary to watch 

Cause how could something so clear be misunderstood so well 

As how the stairs to wisdom are so appreciated when they lead to more destruction than you pleading now on your knees 

You have love, I have appreciation 

Only within myself, validation. 

It's delightful, yes 

    "The life of no hesitation" 

Baby rest your head 

And even when he stood misunderstood

My eyes convinced his confusion into being something forsaken 

He can't run forever 

I've always been here. 

He knew. 

-C.C.

Going Growing

Where would my heart be in another place and time 

Follow the leader has never felt so out of line

I slide slowly out of your frame 

But never out of your mind 

Let it burn baby, yes the fire 

it feels nice

I told you I liked coal, only making his heart set on wood

Come on baby, I said I wanted to burn.

No, Don't bring out the green shrubbery, for I could go on and grow my own.

Yes wrap it up, and then throw it under the Christmas tree with the rest of your shit

Burn, baby burn. 

Sequel

And maybe I'm in over my head 

And I'm more attracted to the game and the things we would do in 

stead 

The thought spins loosely over my head 

This is the darkness you said you hated yet maliciously fed 

Why contemplate to leave or stay 

I want your attention, but know what you are capable of taking away 

    "let go and go take on the world."

Yet aware that your worst downfalls are personally scored 

so Don't look so loosely to my side 

No lad thinks nearly for that span of time 

Of course, you intending for an innocent fumble

I can hear your voice dance as she discretely mumbles 

feeling you grab me when you're the furthest away, the air may be busy but there isn't a moment I don't feel your love in the most passionate way 

And I know I know 

You must do what is just 

But now to differentiate what I want and what is lust 

 

forbidden fruit

And there's this boy I love

The one known for being next door 

He enchants with his words

Yet takes my breath away in his silence 

He knows the others are as timid as his perceived unapparent flaws 

In return his speech pushes past all regularly accepted laws 

And there's this boy I love

The one known for having it all

They whisper of his appearance 

And want to know the stories of how his eyes have seen it all 

We giggle and smirk, just as the fools 

Yet they nod indefinitely, for he knows he has set the rules 

And there's this boy I love 

His words say he's conquered it all

And his lover by his side, confirming the confidence in the art of his law

as he runs through the labyrinth we know as his head 

I want to be in there, found standing on the outskirts instead 

His smile humble, eyes more intense than a bull 

For, love beautifully; that was his rule 

I love the beauty you preach in your word

It's everyday this beast is found running against the herd 

His heart beats as fast as his eyes 

I would tell him to feel something, he'd still find something to despise 

Maybe in your labyrinth there will become awareness of the others

But it's too often he confidently lists his lovers

No wonder I choose rather to be an admirer than a lover 

The outskirts don't compare to the constant recover

What's better beauty or pain? 

You make me feel both

So I guess I'll choose insane. 

-C.C.

"Tell me what you love most and then what you hate most!" he exclaimed 

as he continued to pursue a role he had been offered too many times previously 

to play

I told him there was no difference in what I love and I hate. Too often the things that don't let me sleep seem also to pleasure my plate. 

I whispered to Clara under the bubbly Brut 

For she knew our most fluent exchanges always took place on mute 

The shake of her hand beating with the tick of her toe

Now she's the only apparent fool for letting it go.

;)

-C.C.