It is both a blessing
And a curse
To feel everything
So deeply
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
I read somewhere that
we are all made of stars
and if that's true then I want
to study your universe
until I can teach a class on it,
a history of you.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
I have unexplored galaxies
constantly expanding inside myself.
You may have seen a single sector
of my universe, but you will never
be able to visit all of the vast
space that is orbiting within me.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
one day, on the highest mountains i will stand
i will leap through a valley of sunflowers
fresh breeze of the meadow winding my hair
i
will
wade out
for the finest galaxy
a million years away
clouds of hope spur the abyss of space as they spur within me
brightest stars, illuminate the dark
radiant warmth, growing in my bones
i will parade through mist of the ocean, prospering.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
There once was a squirrel named Nutty
Who was looking for a little buddy
But Nutty was alone
So he burned down his home
With himself inside of it
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
I've always wanted to travel the world.
So I will trek,
Across your skin,
Sail through your veins,
And climb over each goosebump.
Your bones will guide me,
So that I don't lose my way.
I'll explore the ridges of your lips,
And swim in the pools
That are your eyes.
I've always wanted to travel the world,
But your heart
Is where I'll make my home.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
I wanna sleep
but I'm not tired
and I wanna tell someone
but I can't
they all think I'm happy
but they're wrong
because dad is mad
and mom is sad
and best friend's busy
and the weather is moody
and I'm just filled
with nothing but anxiety
and I really wanna sleep
but I still awake
and still not tired
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
It isn't like I had a choice
But I don't want to die with this
Vast galaxies has constantly growing inside me Unexplored even for me
And I'm falling and falling
Till I die
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
One look at him
and I knew I'd
spend far too much
time trying to write
a poem as beautiful as him
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
He never looked nice
He looked like art,
and art wasn't supposed to look nice;
It was supposed to make you feel something
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC