i.
fractured moonlight spills across the silent lake
(like a glass of wine from a goblet made of
stars and the infidelity of millions of lovers.)
black and silver, gold and blood.
they will come for me soon.
they will come for all of us soon.

ii.
i was never a pretty face, more just a
pretty pen.

iii.
i think tonight i'll run up stand up
(face all my fears)
tonight i will learn you didn't love before and
ignore my wanton tears.
and i was better off alone with my sadness and tea
rather than in your arms with my dreams of
your infidelity.

iv.
the crystalised chandelier and my broken promises
as i sink like a stone in the sea.
oh my baby, my sweetheart, my dear,
i'm so sorry.
for you wished for love
and ended up with me.

As he crafts his world he stops
To add just a few drops
Of color to his otherwise gray
And desolate landscape. A ray
Of sunshine here, a dash
Of forest that seems to crash
Into the dark hues of the sky.
He adds stars that twinkle in his eye
And places the moon in the center
Of the night. Then the crickets enter
The peaceful scene, softly humming a tune
Creating harmony with the moon.
The bright reds, greens, yellows, and blues
Are colored in, which is what truly glues
His masterpiece together, but it
Isn’t complete without a little bit
Of chaos that comes from people.

I have written you one
hundred and eighty
one poems about stars
and blackberries fat
as thumbs, and your
hands and sweet
plums, because that's
what I do:
word play, cabaret –
but if these are just myths
I perpetuate because I'm
a perpetual liar, believe me
                                            anyway.

I'm missing out
on the rest of my life
restrained by the people
that claim to be who I need
at a time like this
when all I think I need
is to have
my real friends,
a sunny day,
a trip to the water,
a night under the stars,
mistakes that'll turn in to
stories for a lifetime,
but it's against the commandments
to be apart of something
that they don't approve of
so excuse me if I become
a bit of a rule breaker
because I just can't stand
sitting at home

-a.f.

With fireflies, whizzing by our eyes
Lights out, moonlight
A blazing fire, a warmth in my throat
Sipping bottled stars
The bubbles and the tingles
The night is young, we say, the world is ours
You take my hand oh so softly
And there on that step
I really tasted  the stars,
Like a big ol' slice of the sun
That same tingle on your skin as mid-summer day
And I was awake and alive
Among the dark halls and the fairy lights,
Up in the cupboard far away
We created our very own, private milk way

a boy so passionate that he melted the stars like wax,
his words so powerful they wriggled underneath the asphalt pavements
and cracked their way back up again.
his voice so soothing it ran into dreams
and made its way into peoples’ minds.
his smile so breathtaking that once it was gone
you forget how to want to breathe at all.
his laugh so happy you swear bubbles of light
could burst inside of you and make your skin glow
like a thin layering of the sun, and you wouldn’t find it strange.
his love so real that it could’ve created cities, actual ones,
with houses and skyscrapers and black gum on the cracked gray sidewalk
and lost pet papers taped to the lamp posts and flickering street lights in need of repair.
he was surreal, everybody he knew he had wrapped around his entire being,
protecting him and loving him
to the maximum point of love.

all except for me.
i was held in his palm,
ready to be curled into a fist when he was angry,
ready to run through his hair when he was nervous.
ready to rub at his face when he was tired,
ready to be slammed on the surface of a table when he was outraged.
there through it all,
every single wreck of an emotion he had inside him.
it didn’t make me love him any damn less.

i miss him so much.
oh my god, i actually miss him so fucking much.
what i would give to live on his hand again. if only to fall off a second time.

Hence was late upstart,yet states and stars with inspiring arts would find,
When much is tripping unto history's past, let i, gaze to charge and bound
Weld my fanciful world in heaven's muse: new tunes, does brim in pleasure
Sought Desires in Delphic tunes,an antique taste,my quest's could treasure
Phoebes,by whom admired me curious thoughts,so brawn,this Titan's name,
Outshines some vainly stars,when greatness thus partakes very lyrate fame,
Through olympus in majestic car, through souls these music's godly weed
Wrought refined present's towards mankind true poetry, our's dainty need
When of ken does work, here solely mate is brain with hasting beam forth,
Like a lately dawn 'scaped from its father's lap,to natures change's breath
Therewith some awfull embraces feels; wakes this thoughts from dying lyre,
Nah,not death these things,yet generates fast and show its zeal,and dare.
Sieves the verses from darkness,life its golden lark do gladly announce
Lights with gift's from Dorians specular driven tones, far these years,

She spent her whole life dreaming. Everything and everyone she encountered told her
to stop. “It’s a waste of time” “It’s not healthy” “Grow up” they’d say. And eventually she
started to believe the things people said. She wanted big things - for herself and for
others, but it didn’t take long for her to realize the importance of settling. It made things
easier and she had the tendency to complicate them without even trying. She felt
isolated from the world just outside her door but she didn’t know how to change that or if
she even wanted to. The best things in life tend to waste away after a matter of
moments. They pass away as if they’d never existed. Maybe she’d imagined them all.
She began to condition herself to expect disappointment. It worked for a little while, but
hard as she tried to shield herself from the pains of everyday life - the bullet always
seem to find her. It always came, without fail and pierced her heart with little regard for
the repercussions. She longed for the day she would be good enough for the people
she loved. Maybe you had to earn it, and she hadn’t yet collected enough gold stars to
pick out of the treasure box.