Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
    Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
    Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
    Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
    Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
    Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
    Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

every time you drink the sea
i am left on an island
and i walk for miles to find the shore
and when i look up to see the sky
you swallow it whole
and i walk for miles to find the horizon
and when i look to the stars
you eat them, one by one
and i walk for miles to find the moon
and when i feel the tides begin to turn
you drink the sea
and i am left on a island
and i walk for miles to find the shore

and when i look up to see the sky...



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insignificant and worthless...
Loathsome and valueless....
I'm nothing to you...!

I'm nothing....
not a reason to smile...
not a tear of your eye...

you always want to depart.....
I'm not a throb of your heart...

I want to be something to you...
Ah! still I'm nothing to you....

It's hard to find....
why I got you on mind....

I wonder why you mean the world to me.....
yeah! It's  true
I'm nothing to you
then why you  mean everything to me.....!

No matter what you do in this life,
put all of your heart into it.
Invest every fiber of your being
into whatever you work on,
no matter how arbitrary
or even how irrelevant.
The best that comes about
this exhausting way of life
is that you end up with
a job well done, and
all the recognition you deserve.
The worst thing you end up with
(stay with me, trust me on this)
is the raw, unfiltered fact
that you gave it your all.
You tried to the fullest extent
of your capacity and ability.
No one, no matter who they are,
where they come from,
what they look like,
how they got to where they are,
or what their story is,
can ask any more from you
than your absolute best.

Without wax,
Someone Who Should Have Always Tried
But Didn't

* P.S. Because what more can they really ask of you?

Lately I don't know what to think
You make me not okaye
But you make things really great
How I hate you like so
But wishing you were near
As my head becomes clear
No one stands near
I'm left unsure
Is this reality or my little fantasy
I'll wish you the best
Cause this love has got to go
For all the miles between us
Are for the better
At least, I think.