The moon is drunk,
And the stars intoxicated,
With the sins of the sun,
And the sadness from the sky,
That shakes and shifts the earth,
And you stare and wonder why,
The universe never loved you back….

We are all silhouettes,
Wrapped in the tapestry,
Of a blooming night,
Outlines etched messily,
Into a cotton wool sky,
Beautifully imperfect,
A story wisp illuminates,
Sings sweet like our
Honey bees laugh,
We smile always,
Endlessly sunshine yellow,
For now we are together,
Wild like dandelions,
Rebelling against being
a common flower,
We paint the word adventure,
In black paint,
Send it to outer space,
In a paper airplane,
They dance on crazily,
Like the night is infinity,
Dreaming for a forever,
In a place called eternity.

When a poet falls in love with you,
You can never die,
They will notice the way you stare at the ground when someone’s angry at you,
And how you smirk as you pull away from a kiss,
And how you slightly look to the left when you tell a lie.
The way you blush when you look her way,
And the way you sing along to your favorite songs,
They will find all the words that they see you as, and turn them into something beautiful.
People say you die twice….
Once when you stop breathing,
And when someone says your name for the last time.
If you fall in love with a poet,
They will never stop mentioning your name,
You will be alive for eternity.

You always say “I don’t know what you see in me.”
Allow your soul to be a canvas,
As I paint you with these words.

Lover
I see the sunlight in your skin.
That’s why I kissed every freckle and then one more,
So you’d know not even the sun…
Could love you as deep as I can.

Lover
Your lips,
Are made of the softest velvet.
I’d touch your face when you’d kiss me,
Just to make sure they were really there.

Lover
Your eyes
Oh how your eyes could swallow stars,
I could stare at them for hours,
And get lost in them until time ends.

Lover
Your heart…
Rest your heart here…
For I will never let it fall to the ground.
Not ever.

Lover
The night you said with tears in your eyes,
“Don’t let me mess this up.”
And I promised,
“You could never”

Lover
You have no clue,
How I could love you
Until the sun explodes,
Until the earth goes cold
Until we both grow old.
I’ll love you.

A friend asked me how to write a poem.
I wanted to say,
Lock yourself in a room.
Scream until you have a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed until,
Your bones are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat.
And all you can do is bleed.
And all your regrets,
And all the darkness,
That you boxed up for inspirations.
Write your mom a letter,
Tell her your leaving,
In your room,
Locked in your deepest thoughts,
Writing nothing but poems and won’t be back for a while.
Because being a poet,
Is traveling through all seven layers of hell.
And denying anything is wrong,
Forget loving yourself.
When all you have is a pen and paper fused to your wrist.
And Lucifer is tapping at your skull saying,
“Dont turn back “
Warn the neighbors,
That if they smell burning,
It’s  just your soul clawing at your front door,
Trying to get in,
Learn how to be alone,
Learn how to lose everything you have in order to feel release.
Learn how to feel deceased for now on.

A friend asked me how to write a poem…..
All I said was don’t.