When you’re homesick,
Just go outside,
And close your eyes,
Then look up into the night.
See all the clouds in the same blue sky?
It feels like home doesn’t it?
Cause in the end
We are both under
The same blue sky.
The moon and
starry night.

The length of a passing glance,
A moment of complete chance,
From one breath to the next,
When fingers entwine,
Where planets align,
From one breath to the next,
In the measure of a kiss.
At the core
Of coupled bliss,
From one breath to the next….

Shape the stars with your eyes,
Mold the moon with your smile,
Hold earth in the palm of your hands,
And see time pass you
in your dreams until
Earth descends.

Your words are a flame,
That sets me on fire,
Your touch is a river,
That floods me to
My hearts desire,
And your eyes are the stars that
Bring light to my
Darkest days.

They are not just poems and words.
It’s more than just a useless hobby that wastes time.
Please get this in your head.
They are not the reason for my failure.
They are my quests to find pleasure.
These words are the tears that never flowed.
They are the emotions I never showed.
They are the nightmares that never stop.
They are the words I am apart of.
They are the struggles I am going through.
They are my destiny’s battleground.
They are the memories I want to destroy.
They are the stories I made,
They are the hope that never fades,
They are the secrets I never shared,
They are the laughter lost in fights,
They are the impacts of betrayal,
They are friends with different names.
They are the only doctors that keep me sane.

These poems are not just “useless” words,
It’s my life,
Written in ways,
Only few can understand.

The universe puts her headphones on.
And plays her favorite song.
Of the raindrops in the meadow,
That bursts and soaks the earth.
And with her feet,
Dangling off the earth,
She smiles from ear to ear,
And plays it back.

When we fall,
We are not raindrops,
We are stardust.
The puddles we make destroy the ground and God does not hear the sound of our bones crashing.
I knocked on your door for hours,
I knew something was wrong.
God was standing in the doorway,
But you,
you were not.
A week ago I watched men in black suits lower your coffin.
Still I’ve been calling for days.
The phone rings and rings.
But no angels have answered.
I try to imagine that you are still here in a galaxy where words like
Weakness,
Pain,
cancer,
Don’t exist.  
I remember your helpless eyes,
Silently screaming,
Reaching into the bone white light.
Above your hospital bed as if you could escape into it.
But that’s not what dying is like.
I knew you’d never get a chance to say goodbye.
That when the worst winds came roaring by angry and cold,
You would just grow old
And die.