Makes [Me] Feel Alive - original and extended versions

Makes [Me] Feel Alive - Original Version:
Do you ever
hug that one person
feel the arms link
her's wrapping around your body
and your's around her
that feeling that tells you
everything can be
right in the world
that perfect
mental and physical connection
that makes you feel happy
that makes you feel safe
that makes you feel alive

Makes [Me] Feel Alive - Extended Version:
Do you ever
hug that one person
feel the arms link
her's wrapping around your body
and your's around her
that feeling that tells you
everything can be
right in the world
that perfect
mental and physical connection
that makes you feel happy
that makes you feel safe
that makes you feel alive
I am thankful for my true friends
and the hugs that my true friends give
the hugs that make me
feel alive

You Gave Me An Enigma

The confusion that kills
that which laid dormant
in my soul
now burst out like a brush fire
exploding
Tearing at my insides
I told you what I thought
and you said
"Ok"
Ok?!
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
You either do
or you don't
love me
You can't just say ok...
I gave you my soul
You gave me an enigma

Why?

Why?

Why make sense,
when you could embody nonsense.

Why be perfect,
when you could become an imperfection.

Why be normally hot,
when you could be unusually beautiful.

Why be sane,
when you could instead live.

....and then you died

I owe the writing and story and idea of this poem to a dear friend of mine, who I hope will be my friend (and a Muse of mine as well) for the rest of the years that I have living in this world. Thank you.

....and then you died

....and then you died
Lying in the street you were
the accident flashing before my eyes
constantly replaying
spreading the terror
from my mind to my heart
experiencing such horror
that one should never go through
is harder than you could ever think
you could have never known
the true dread of a life ending
never expected the fear created
in the idea of a life without you
....and then you died
but it was all a lie
an act put on by my thoughts
to show me the true love
that I hold for your existence.

Dear Muse,

Dear Muse,

Why hello there!
It's me,
You know, the writer!
Yes the writer I am,
And you the Muse.
I call upon you
to shed your creativity
upon my life,
my soul.
Taint my soul
with your genius please.
Send me your thoughts,
send me your creations.
Make my soul
see through the eyes
of your radiance.
Thank you!
You didn't even do anything,
you say?
The only thing you did
was exist?
Truly there must have been something more.
No? Are you sure?
I see
Just the existence of your own self
caused inspiration in itself?
Well then...
You truly do exist in the bubble
of my own creativity.
You truly are a Muse.