I wonder if you'll get this message.

Lost in a vast ocean of words,
Inside a tiny heart-shaped box,
Kept secret in a code,
Ends up in your hands.

Until you figure it out.

I see us walking
in a supermarket aisle,
holding hands, laughing.

Maybe one day,
we'll be standing in the kitchen,
making a grocery list.

Maybe one day,
we'll be sitting outside in the grass,
reading our favorite books.

Maybe one day,
you'll be holding my hand,
as we drive back home.

Maybe one day,
I'll wake up to a reality,
where these dreams came true,
and the sound of your heartbeat,
is the first thing I'll hear in the morning,
lulling me back to sleep.

kiss me on the cheek
like cherries and strawberries
honey, you're too sweet

We met
in a half remembered dream.
With clouds beneath our feet,
and stars in an amethyst sky,
yet you were the realest thing.

And I wonder
if dreams could come true,
and if it was an old memory,
perhaps from another lifetime.

But until then
it's what you'll remain to me,
a wonderful mystery.

and so each petal fell
one by one
until none was left

why do flowers bloom
only to wither
in the end?

I've written and read
poems about the stars
and how they were
so fascinating,
empowering
and ultimately,
unreachable.

I've heard stories
about angels and saints;
Their goodness,
nobility and purity,
serving as epitomes
of what Man could
and should be.

But the saints,
they were once sinners
and there are angels
who fell from grace.
Stars that turned
into black holes,
nothing is safe.

Falling is inevitable,
even for the untouchable,
and what we believe to be
unreal and ethereal.

Sun and moon, day and night,
Light and dark, good and evil.
They say God created everything
for a reason,
so what of the Devil?

I've heard stories,
of witches and werewolves.
But the Devil,
they say he walks among us,
living in the shadows,
and speaking in whispers.

They say God created everything
for a reason,
that He made man in His image,
so why did He put the Devil in me?

You are your own universe, vast and infinite, possessing powerful forces you never knew you had.

You have the fabric of time in your in arms, the energy of gravity in your hands and the power of the big bang in your fingertips rendering the endless beauty of your cosmos.

Your mind is a galaxy, wise and never stops thinking, filled with wonder and curiosity while yearning for the unknown.

There are stars in your eyes forming your constellations; Cassiopeia here, Aquarius on your fingertips and Andromeda in your palms.

Your heartbeat sounds like home.

Your laughter reflects the crescents of moons and the luminosity of a thousand suns and your flustered cheeks are a haze of stardust and memories.

Good ones, the kind that you want to remember and never forget.

You are made up of everything beautiful.

I would shed off my skin if I could,
               reshape my bones if I could,
                     replace my mind if I could,
only to bloom like the flower
you wanted me to be.

I wish I was like everybody else,
because then,
maybe I could have been
               more normal,
                      more bearable,
                            more acceptable,
in your eyes.

sticks and stones
can break my bones
words like swords
hurt me the most
but
i like to
pretend they don't

i whispered the words:
"be with me,"
but you let go and
disappeared anyway.
then the demons came
to take your place.

someone once told me:
"falling in love
is like skydiving
without a parachute."

i guess i'm never doing that,
unless an angel catches me.

your sword is pointed at my neck,
so go ahead and slit my throat.
you'll see no fear in my eyes when you do.
the tip of my dagger already did its job,
and soon, the poison will **** you too.

i find comfort in isolation,
and isolation in a crowd,
i find a crowd in a society,
and a society in a world of people
who suffocate, wound and destroy.

they're all piling up.

i may be exhausted,
and feeling half dead,
that one day i might
just let myself go.
but a voice tells me:
"when the sun sets,
it always rises back up."

so i do.
always.

they say all of it is worth it
in the end, it is.

weeks maybe excruciatingly long,
but the universe gives me these
tiny breaks inbetween
as if it's telling me:
"here's love, comfort and home.
there's a storm coming,
more destructive than the last one.
but i know that you're stronger.
your bones are steel,
your spirit is unbreakable,
and you will survive,"

and i will.

I feel like vomiting each time we speak,
because I always have to put up a show.

I am more than the surface of my skin,
and the honey pouring from my mouth.

You cannot say otherwise,
for I find a home in me,
and you cannot bring my doors down.

I wish I had wings,
To fly close to your sun,
Fall into the depths of you,
Sail your seas,
And find the paradise,
Where your heart resides.

I lie awake with the moon, pouring my secrets to the ceiling,
Sinking in my own mind, drowning in my own thoughts.
I think my soul is missing.

I rise with the sun and fill my eyes with light,
Then walk with my hollow bones and missing heart.
They won't notice, right?

The sun sets as I wrap ten fingers around my neck.
I sink and watch the dayglow leave from beneath.
There's water in my lungs, where oxygen used to be.
I wish I could stop drowning in my own sea.

I hope you know your words are like knives.
Cutting through my flesh, sticking out my back.
Some of them may leave scars and never mend,
but you should know that I can't feel the stabs.
They're in places others have already been before,
so why don't you take them out?

They say we are made of stars.
But why does it feel like I'm made of coal?
The embers of my soul are dimming,
As my fire is soon to burn out.

i'll tell you about my demons,
and you tell me about yours.
maybe theyll get along,
well enough to fall in love
and leave us alone.

wishing for the impossible
waiting for another day
hoping for a better tomorrow
wishing for a better end

Once for the beginning.
Twice for the first of worries.
Third for the edge of eternity's trap.
Fourth for everything else under the sky.

stay with me 'till the sky turns grey
and i'll sing for you and the brand new day

Even the brightest stars,
The ones people write poetry about,
The ones that fascinate all of human life,
Burn out until no trace is left,
And those on Earth who waited for it to come around every decade,
Get bored of seeing the same dying light.
It gets forgotten,
Forgotten in time and space.

One: The walls never touch and the ends never meet.
Two: Chipped and painted over with open-mouthed lies.
Three: The walls are made up of bone, those of who had been lost here before.
Four: There are no walls, but you're here all alone.

I think I found you between the clouds and underneath the stars.
I thought I found out how rainbows formed in the sky and how the stars shine at night.
I found value in your smile, white pearls with the tax of an arrow through my heart.
The payment was falling back to earth along with this memory of you.
I thought you were joking and you'd never let me slip.
I woke up back again in a place I didn't miss.
I thought I fell for an angel up in the sky,
But then again I have really sore eyes.

There are stars in your eyes.
Galaxies, constellations.
Cassiopeia here.
Aquarius on your fingertips.
Andromeda in your palms.
Your heartbeat sounds like home
Your laughter reflects the crescents of the moon.
And your flustered cheeks are a haze of stardust and memories.
Good ones, the kind that you want to remember and never forget.
You are made up of everything beautiful.

Walls staring,
Thoughts unending,
Mind running,
No one's listening,

Are we alive or just existing?

Sometimes I wish I ruled the skies up above.

Because then I could find you amongst all the people in the crowds,
I could shine the light you yearn for in your darkest times,
I could give you warmth to help you withstand the lonely cold winter nights,
I could move the thunderstorm clouds above your head so that they will rain on someone else's parade instead,
I could ask the Sun to do me the favour of taking care of the flowers by your windowsill when you're away,
I could bid the stars to appear in the obsidian sky perfectly in your sight,
I could tell the Moon, your old friend, to be by your side when I cannot.

Because there are instances when the world weighs heavy on my shoulders as much as it does on yours.

But most of the time,
I just wish to end your sleepless nights and make your hopeful days begin.

"Lost boy, lost boy, where are you going?"
To the edge of our galaxy; a place for forgetting.
Second star to the right and straight on until morning,
Where time is still and reality is not coming.

With a watercan in hand and a trowel in another
The Sun in the sky, I come home to my garden of flowers
Watching them grow under sprinkles of crystal showers
Not seeking for returns like an unconditional lover.

As the Moon takes its reign and my garden falls asleep
The stars offer their presence, a company I'd keep
I tell them my secrets and they listen to me
To my uttered words of despair, faith and hopeless dreams.

I'm a prisoner of my mind and so I ran away
To a place called Neverland where forever I'd stay
Away from the world and my careless mistakes
Where my heart is full and not going astray.

The grass and leaves whisper
The swaying trees groan
The north and south winds sing
And I watch them in wonder

I don't have much to say,
I've never thought this day would come.
I just hope I live long enough to stay,
Until the end, until I grow numb.
There were times we weren't happy but that's okay.
I just hope you know that I miss you,
Three thousand times more everyday

In the palm of my hand,
I had a dream and a reality
and both were you.

You put the brightest stars in my eyes,
The most wonderful constellations.
But little did I know I'd be blinded with how much they shined.

You made flowers grow in my lungs;
Roses, carnations and camellias.
They were beautiful, but they suffocated me all the same.

You gave my heart wings to soar,
To fly with a feeling so light.
They gave up nonetheless when I flew to to close to your Sun.

Stars cross, uncross then cross again.
Waves come to shore and back to sea.
Winds pass by over and over,
And clocks won't seem to ever stop.

You change and I remain.
You go and I stay.
And in the end, I'm alone again.

cut from topaz and quartz
dipped in milk and honey
empowered by the moon
created a perfect paradise
and it was you.