June is here and summers near, skies are blue while here i am looking up to you.
Can you see me, can you hear me saying, how much i love you but your words keep playing silly songs on the radio.

Some stars were born to fly,
Some stars were born to shine,
then some stars blow up and die, because that's how life is. We either get lucky, work hard and get lucky or we think we're about to get lucky but then burst into star dust that could never find a way to shine.
All i am is a cursed star.

In class, my teacher asked me.
"Why should people write poetry?"
and to me, poetry needs to be a need, a power in ones self of mind.
Poetry comes to everyone, with the insight of your life.
To show your feelings, by love, sadness, anger.
WRITE IT DOWN.
It will come to you, words fly by like a dream in the clouds. They disappear in time, so don't forget to WRITE IT DOWN.
Poetry expresses our life.
That's what it means to be a poet writer,
our life is the reason why we should write poetry.
To be an expression of words.

What is tired I don't know but I can feel it in my eyes, my brain.
A dream is suppose to make us float in the clouds, but how when they are all nightmares that lead into my daily seems?
What does it feel like to be rejuvenated and bright like the sun, except I have had to much sun or was it the rainy impact that I'm used to?
I say it's OCD, but is it really?
I say it's my anxiety and deny that it's probably depression, but is it really?
This house is filled with spirits, but I promise it's not schizophrenia.
My mind is a rollercoaster travelling at the speed of light, but which is faster?
I say it's OCD, but is it really? Yes since everytime and day I get an intrusive thought to say.
I sound fowl, grey and shady. Please understand I'm tired.
Going to run down in the ground, until my life pleads withe joy. Give me the sip of tea, since then I will feel awake.
Morning is here, the day is bright, the afternoon comes and I'm starting to get a fright, once it is evening and the sun melts beside the moon, I'm tired and afraid at night time for another tea to make me feel free!

Sleep is a wonderful place.
Sleep takes us to escape on a dreams never ending journey.
Rejuvenates your energy, to a positive start.
Wake up and breath then go to sleep and grieve, cry, meditate, smile, blush or however your day made you feel.
Go to bed with the feeling life gave you, for as it makes you who you are the next day, even if it's negative, give yourself a fresh new start.
They say insomniacs never sleep, but they have to sleep at some point in time.
Sleep is a wonderful place, to be in your warm bed under the blankets.
Cotton,
Feathers,
Go green fabrics.
Sleep is wonderful, I recommend you try it.
Clouds and blue skies, counting sheep jump over the fences, moon and stars, happy feelings, oh darling, don't be afraid of the dark, I promise, it'll take you somewhere special. Dandelions, sunflowers or fields to valleys filled with bright green grass and light with love. Put on your pajamas, sleep naked.
Do what works for you, to make your dream work. To sleep wonderful.
It's your moment to think, reflect on your day. But what will happen the next we won know until we sleep wonderful.

Moonlight Desire, i long to touch your face.
Moonlight Desire, you throw me into place.
When i see your night light of delight i dream of magical places,
places iv'e never been or seen before.
Moonlight, you shine so bright comforting my night, i long to caress you and soak in my Desire.
Moon, i Desire you.
I want to feel you
I want to see you
I want to be you,
my Moon light desire,
i' am your 69 moon child, the pact we have together brings the connection forth to higher dimensions of the galaxies.
Moonlight Desire, you make me whole
Moonlight Desire.
I Love You.