You were like heaven and hell
So peaceful, yet so sinful
When you ran your lips through my hips
You were like day and night
So bright, yet so dark
When I starred into your captivating green eyes
You were like fire and ice
So hott, yet so chilling
When you made love to me
You were like the sky and the ground
So high up, yet so dirty
When you kissed my neck
You were like karma and prayer
Bound to happen, yet so awaited

The night sky was shining their

Brilliant wonderful stars at night

I sat there in the dark just staring

Thinking to myself, what a beautiful site

Then as luck should have it

I witnessed a shooting star

I gasped my breath in wonderment

And closed my eyes in anticipation

Will this wish of mine come true?

Is this shooting star a fate of what is yet to be

Eyes closed tight I whispered in the night

‘I wish he was here by my side’

‘I wish he was holding me in his arms’

‘I wish…..hmmm’

Then I realized I had made to many wishes

Perhaps they won’t come true

Sigh….perhaps who knows

Then contemplating on what I just wished

I just looked to the beautiful night sky

And wished he could see what I see

©Kaila George2013

The scars in my chest
The tears in my eyes
The ache in my soul
The sadness in my mind
Why being so young do I feel so tired?
Maybe my life isn't what I wanted.

Does the little girl inside of me is still alive?
Deep inside she cries
She feels trapped and lonely
She is scared of the dark
But the one inside of herself.

But don't worry little angel
Soon you will be fine
This will all end
And you will be soaring in flight
With other little angels
Of the lost children who lost their mind.

I dream of silver and dark sky
Swirling round and round
Im a ribbon all through my dream
And dream of things beneath
A speck is out to get me
But yet I dont know who
Im troubled now
This may this could
This shall be the end

These late night poems, when I get down to thinking
More than under-the-sun dreams
I'm calm and under the influence of darkness
My ideas have been ripped at the seams.
Because right here, in the dark of the night and the clouds
I have seen when there's nothing to see
Right here in my lonesome with no one around,
I have been when there's nothing to be.
Under the sparkling balls of gases billions of miles away
I have understood the silence and innocence
The way the stars are simple messages of being alive
I understand my mortality, in a sense.
No, I'm not taking acid or any drugs,
And I haven't even downed any beers
However, I'm under the influence of stars
Glowing balls of gases for another million years.

Gazing through this
telescope window, no more than
five floors above the street.
The people walk
with layers of insulation
beefing up their size.
Some buy potatoes from
a smoking garbage can,
some are hailing taxis.
Others cram double
onto electric bikes, barely
putting up the hill.
It's already dark.
Even if the smog was thinner,
or the weather warm enough for
leisure-style walking, I wonder
if they'd even think about me;
if their earthly affairs could
pause--just long enough to
acknowledge this observing outsider
pondering their way of life.
I wonder if their schedules
are ever clear enough
to weigh such a thought.

If anything,
it is entirely your fault.

You lied and deceived,
too afraid of your own feelings
to step up and say what you wanted to say.

You undermined our inexistent relationship
with doubt that had no reason of existing
and the ridiculous notion that I would surely break your heart to pieces.

Am I breaking your heart to pieces now?
Am I?
The real question is, do you have a heart at all?

You pretend to be cold and collected,
but I know the truth.
You like things dark and twisted,
but only because you’re too afraid
of not deserving light and beauty.

If anything, you’re scared.
I was, too, at some point.
We all were, but that is no excuse for what you’ve done...
or more, what you haven’t had the courage to do.

You know me well
and you know I feel no need to cling to things.

If anything, I’m too detached
and you were no exception.
I need you to stay away from me.

I cared about you,
I did,
but it is done.

You killed it and I buried it without a single tear.
We weren’t and now we will never be,
for above all I value honesty and courage,
and you, sir, are a liar and a coward.  

I bid you a good day

for science
an illusive goal
try and fail..
Every-thing is shrunk
energy and matter
hidden and dark..
with added surprise:
Every-thing is
accelerating away..
notable here in
science frustration:
their outward focus
Every-thing out there..
might we ask
What is out there..?
with holistic sense
our holograph brains
processing waves
interference patterns
making apparent
Every-thing seen..
Might this seed
blossom one day
looking for that
Theory of
EVERYTHING...?