Sometimes love is as real, as a mirage in a desert

Turn the page
Start a new chapter
Stand on a new stage
Feel the rapture
Escape your cage
Just
Don't let life capture
Your rage.

Turn the page
Start anew
Begin a new age
Those dreams pursue
Use life to gauge
When to engage, and
When to say 'adieu'
Just
Don't let life capture your rage.

Life is a book
It's pages to turn
Which direction you take
May not always be firm
Be firm with yourself
Follow your path
If faced with a fork.....then
Uncork your rage
And choose.

I don't quite know why it is
That I feel a great sense of loss
On nights when I can't stay awake
Until the early hours of the next morning.
It isn't as if I would make use of the time.
I spend those hours mostly in quiet,
Sitting by myself in the darkness,
Doing nothing but existing.
Maybe that's enough.
A reminder that
I'm still alive.
Yet idle.

In these images I see you.
I see your laugh, your smile your brilliant eyes.
what makes me hope that maybe you are not so far
is that I can hear you in the dark night skies.

they say
stars sing until they turn to dust
that worries me. because you went from human to star
and when I go from human to star I don't want you
to yet again find yourself far.

but for now stars do sing until they turn to dust
and I could swim in your voice until you combust.

the ground beneath my feet have never been so uneven
I'm starting to think I'm just a paper weight with a heart beat.

I never imagined it like this
but then i never imagined you either.
you were the kind of girl that wore glasses
so you could read my mind better

and I wore my heart on my wrist but
I never felt comfortable enough to roll up my sleeves.
but you knew that so we talked until I found myself shirtless.
stripped down to molecules only you could understand.

she is the reason i find that
if you only save yourself you will find yourself alone.
and the beauty of falling stars only last seconds until
you are left blind once again.

they say
everyone leaves a mark in this world.
whether its a scar from your ex boyfriend
or the hole in the wall from a picture you hung up
with someone you once knew.

you left fingerprints all over my skin
and glimmering foot prints in the sky.

my point is you can cover up scars with make up
and you can take down the picture
but just like the way the scar is still there
and you cant do much about the hole in the wall

you left something under my skin that i cant describe
and *******, I do wish you were alive.

The sky tells countless stories about warriors,
lovers and heroes.
Through constellations that spark
sparkling pictures made of startling stars,
I see your eyes.

Some things can't be said out loud.

Maybe not never, but not now.

"I love you."

Not now.

i have a bad habit of stringing along boys
because i love knowing they crave
the taste of my skin on their
t-t-tongues.

i live for the feeling of
tightening the red rope around their necks
suffocating them with lust.

kiss and tell,
i'll wipe that grin off your
silly little face, pretty boy.
i'll replace it with a red lipstick stain
that you'll try to wipe off
before your mama spots you.

she thinks i'm no good for you;
maybe so, but you still beg for
my poison rushing through your
veins.
maybe mama's right though,
my only intentions are to bruise you,
not to kiss it better.

anyways, silly pretty boy:
i can barely muster up enough
love in these bones for myself,
what makes you think i got some to share
with you?