Setting up on a journey
That knows no bounds
With just a little bit of money
I'll follow the stars like a hound

Wandering on a path
fraught with scuffle and thorns
I become impetuous
Feeling so hollow and scorn
I gotta be tenacious

I'm going to chase the stars
No matter the cost
Starring in the moonless nights,
Following where they are.
In this idyllic setting,
I don't care if I get lost

Even if I have to fly high
To reach the sky.
With only my pen and papers,
and a sagacious mind
I'm going on this journey,
Leaving everything behind

two lips pressed against one another
unmoving
in the hope that this moment in time
this feeling
remains unforgotten
unchanged
forever branded into their conjoined hearts
that are soon to be divided by a border they call distance.

Why are there times when I feel
That you don’t really love me?

Why are there times  when I feel
That you don’t really care?

And why do you say that you do?
And then I believe you

Yet these thoughts, frequently
Come to mind, easily

Are these questions valid
Or just baseless fears?

I’m fine when they aren’t there.
I feel bad when they’re here.

I guess I can just choose
Not to have those thoughts

‘Cause they don’t matter anyway
When you’re near, when you’re here.

if my heart is an ocean
then my waves are stuck on you
with your words as thick as seaweed
that keep surfacing as i pursue

and as my tide gets high
i feel you find a place to hide
in the depths of all i’ve grown
you are swept away to find a home

but as my tide falls low
your truth comes out from down below
exposing heaviness you left in me
where i find sight to clearly see

that letting go of what could be
is how i finally set me free

There will never be anyone like you
Broken by the world, mended by pretend
Nobody like you, a mirror passed and disgraced
Someone who can hold me while I cry
The same way you did, without asking why
Understanding the battles I fight
To keep from breathing smoke
To keep from drinking fire
Please come back
I know we could
Everyone makes mistakes
Let this be yours

Pretty eyes,
pretty smile,
pretty hands,
pretty ***;

She handles
all those
compliments
fields all those
unwanted stares.

Some young guy
says something nice,
but when she doesn’t
acknowledge him
he calls her a
stuck up *****.

Some one
grabs her ***.

Someone
presses her up
against a wall.

Someone
raises her blouse.

Someone
intrudes
where he is
not meant to.

Now she is awkward.

Now she is uncomfortable,

Now she is untrusting.

Now she doesn’t
want to be beautiful.