Remoras Are On To Something!

Imagine coiling loops,

I'm wielding quite a few.

More than I ever have before,

I'm interested in new doors.

Remoras, Remoras, Remoras! 

Pilot fish swim alongside.

Is it mutualist if they don't give anything back? 

I suppose there's pride in knowing

That they see me as a source, 

I suppose there's pride,

In being sought.

The more loops, the greater the coil, 

The grander the surface,

The richer the soil.

Safety.

I could use a good friend now,

You know the kind that I mean? 

I could use the kind of curtain-drawn friend. 

No secrets un-safe. 

That's a truth that hurts to say,

Because I don't have her and it's not okay. 

I can see her in my mind's eye,

But I'm alone to cry. 

You know that déjà vu,

Because you've been here before? 

Only this case, the details are changed

Familiar but foreign, Only, I am the same. 

I could use a good friend right now. 

I know the kind I mean. 

I've had Him before,

I was safe, there. 

Thankful for Sadness

I'd like to express my gratitude,

For sadness. 

I'd like to appreciate pain. 

To bend, to barge, to slit or trim,

To break the skin of my twisted whim, 

That contact for me, was gain.

Imagine my life without disruption,

Imagine a course never diverted. 

I consider it a gift to see these "mistakes."

Be brave, be bold, be strong.

Be dauntless, earnest and endure long. 

These, good and bad, are the stakes.

Interactions Between Continuous Variables.

Purely dread preoccupies

Let me catch my breath

Even with assurance,

Also true is dread

Searching for

Even the smallest comfort

How can I calm myself?

Each moment is alone

Losing something doesn't always feel like a gift

Purely dread preoccupies.

Delusions of Grandeur

I pressed my hand deep into my stomach. 

I made sure I got to the core. 

I found it, held it, and pulled.

Threading thinly through,

I sow my heart in You.

I must first spin the contents new.

Do I transform it, or simply admit that it's there?

Is that where change begins?

I face my fears, my hopes, my dreams; I admit to all my sins.

How humiliating it is, to make a mistake!

How important is my suffering.

How do I face my plight if all I have is wondering?

Shall I hide, cry, die?

Because I dare to hope?

I keep walking forward, keep persevering and it leaves me with a desire to tope.

The message sent says "Have a seat."

The message inside says get up and reach!

The result is somewhat chaotic.

These are my delusions,

They're special to me.

I think that I will keep them.

Dammit.

Look for her arms, 

Down, feet grow into legs.

See hips, waist and breasts.

She definitely exists, let me confirm. 

She definitely exists.

Look for her eyes,

Up, there is a smile.

See her mouth, lips curved slight. 

A Great Appeal.

A wild horse can be tamed, 

But she will not come when you call her.

She may trot to your vicinity, 

But she will not stay. 

A wild horse desires the mountainside,

The wind, dangerous and liberating. 

She will watch you approach her,

She will measure your steps. 

A wild horse gives you something.

Sometimes you receive it,

Other times,

You feel robbed.

She is powerful and assertive,

Placed so precisely on the earth. 

She may never obey you. 

This, a great appeal.