Mars travels towards jupiter
To find places to write about.
Saturn travels towards the sun
To pen about a star
And they collide at the center
They call earth.
They are both alien to the world
And with themselves.
Mars sees beauty in her eyes
And Saturn does the same.
They are bound to like each other.
They feed their bodies with ***
And their souls with poetries.
They love both
But they must always remember
To return to their orbits
In order to bring balance
To the solar system
They call themselves, universe.

I have powers no body knows.
I am a shape shifter.
I can be your father.
I can act like King Kong
Or even like nothing's wrong.

My mind is strong.
I can move things on their own
I can repeat things I have shown.
I can read your mind.
I can judge you at any kind.

I can run smooth and fast.
Faster than forgetting the past.
I can run away with problems
And leave you to solve them.

I can see at far distance.
I can even see my future.
It's rotten and premature.
I have this change inside me.
This is not what I want to be.

I am not a superhero.
And I need one to grow.
I need a hero with real super power
To change myself for the better.

I have tasted the sweetest cherry.
I searched for it my whole teenage life
And I have found it just in front of me.
I have found it on your lips.
But you were gone.
I have walked the earth again
Just to taste a kiss from you.
The moon witnessed how we closed our eyes
As our lips indulged amidst our tongue intertwining.
It was heaven and I wanna feel it again.
And I want the moon to be there
Along with the stars to witness
How your lips touch mine
For the second time.

You fill my pen with ink
For me to write things I couldn't
And to show the other me
Thru the empty sheets of myself.

You are the lampshade
That lights up my canvas
For me to write instead of paint
As you to be my subject.

Now, show me yourself naked
And I can paint you even without colors.
Wear your best dress,
that is your self,
and I can make poetries until eternity.

At least I can repay you
Not with money but with poems
Penned from the sheets of my heart,
Written from the depths of my soul.

I ask her if I'm amazing
And she answers yes.
I ask her if I write good poems
And she answers yes.

She seems not to see my down side.
She seems like seeing me perfect.
I ask her to criticize me
And she answers, "how"?

She undress herself to explain everything
And I say,
"you being naked won't explain anything.
It would just push me to write more poetries".

Then I write while we ***
My pen in her body
And her skin as the paper
And our world as the poem.

We write it together
To the best of our abilities.

I have been telling myself
To go to mars
So that no one knows me.
I have been wanting
To go to places
I do not know
Where I can only see stars
To guide me.
The stars showed me paths
Right into your eyes.
There I am lost.
But I want it anyway
To be lost in a maze
With you.