Lay here in this damp grass and gaze towards the stars.
Across the heavens, and beyond the dark matter that holds a incongruous feeling.

Throughout these bones, in the crevices of our broken souls.
There's a moment of singularity.
When it's not today or tomorrow, but a crack in this alluring earth.

We lie between the past and the future but it's no longer the present.
Stars that fall to the earth, and the moon is kissing them goodbye.

Gaze at these stories written among the sky, and realize.
That within these beautiful bones, is a fire blazing inside me.

Melting my bones and fading to the sky.
Where I only hope you'll see me in this moment of singularity.

Humans are canvases.
We were born with nothing.
No knowledge of anything.
A blank canvas per see.
We had gained knowledge as we grew and we still continue to.
We hold a pencil and create faint lines in the beginning.
With the more knowledge we obtain; the darker the lines become.
The more mistakes we make; the more the eraser winds down.
We create this beautiful picture,
A story that isn't ever forgotten;
We can make the creation we want.
We make our own decisions.
If we make a mistake it can be fixed, and yeah sometimes they can't be fully erased but that's the best part.
When we've finished the creation there's much more to it then meets the eye.
We know the imperfections and we know the story.
This is where the terrifying part comes in.
Others opinions. They label it, they point out the flaws you never saw, they tear it apart piece by piece, but in the end. Your art will be in a museum and they'll still be working on their creation; but their story will never compare to yours.

Death and I have never been friends,
Nor have we been foes.
The look in its eyes does not show of terror,
But of pain and sorrow.
He has grown tired of the countless wars,
The agony of taking children before they're time.
Life has shown him so much beauty that he cannot touch.
For it will wither beneath his rough touch,
But he will watch it blossom from her hands.
The astounding white rose before it was soaked in blood,
If only he could smooth away the thorns that have pricked such caring hands.
Death is tired of being feared,
He wishes not to take your loved ones.
He wishes not to hurt you,
He wishes for a way to explain that this was not his choice.
It simply had to be this way.
Souls are meant to be reborn, and some aren't meant to return.
The eyes of Life have only hurt him worse,
For Death cannot love but little does this remain true.
But when he sees the creations that Life has made he cannot help but fall for her over and over again.
So maybe Death is not a friend nor is he foe.
Death is just my misunderstood acquaintance.

What if these words are my last?
Would the Raven makes its last cry
As if this is it and nothing more.
There would be no last page
Just an unexpected goodbye
Where our worlds would no longer collide.
What if?
I cannot live without seeing tomorrow knowing you're alive.
Tell me how your day went,
Tell me all the details you never get the chance to explain,
Tell me your thoughts throughout time and time again,
Tell me how you feel,
Please just let me know you.
Let me tell you,
I Love You
My grammar is improper for notice I didn't end that statement with a period.
For one purpose only,
Seemingly because the period is the ending of a sentence or the conclusion of one thing.
My dear understand that my love has no boundary and is endless;
So let me paint a sky with stars that will shine so much brighter with all the questions that start seemingly with,
what if?

As though an unfulfilled moon, the missing piece of her complex puzzle was empty, and all the last resorts are being thrown away. They'll no longer work. The one thing to complete her could also crush her completely, keeping her alive on a tightrope, she couldn't sleep at night for the daydreamer had nightmares in her sleep. Her dreams left to creep in during the day while she was wide awake. His hand held hers tightly as to not let go, his music saved and soothed her but their time was running short for her nightmares were killer. So as he lied next to her broken pieces he'd been trying to fix. He wanted just once more before she crumbled to have one last dance before he could no longer hold the soul he loved most.

Staring at a blank white ceiling,
A blank white wall.
Nothing drives myself more insane then this.
There's so much potential that lies before me.

Yet no one has touched it in fear of an imperfection because somehow imperfections are ugly?
When were we ever told that?

No why were we ever told that?
These white walls are so plain and simple.
Where's the color?
Where's the expression?
Where's the emotion?

Where's the story waiting to be told on these white ceilings and walls?
This is where I don't understand how graffiti is a disturbance when it's art.

Yes the inappropriate ones I understand, but there's so much more great pieces of art that are labeled as graffiti then the disturbances.

There's nothing wrong with any of these things. The white walls or white ceilings.
Sure perfection is a nice, but so is imperfection.

I guess this all winds down to the corruption of our societies teachings.

There's always been a difference
Between the way you act and the words you say.
I never caught on to your mindless little games.
While you pulled my strings
I was happy because at least you were playing with me.
All those words that I hope to one day believe that you meant.
But you actions told a different story
I'd saved you all the while you killed me.
Tenderly
Slowly
Beautifully.
Just how love was always described to me.
Until I was left in a corner watching you pull another girls strings blindly.
That was when you porcelain doll lost her first piece.
I let you back in
And like the fool I was I fell even more quickly forgetting that you weren't going to be there to catch me.
Just like how you always said you would be.
You left
Leaving me to shatter
In a million little pieces.
It took so many months that it felt like years to be over you.
Yet there's a part of me I can't get back
Because I gave it to you
Hoping you'd give one back.

The stars
Aligned
Our fates
Intertwined
Hold me
Close
As the whispers
Become deafening
I’m falling
Down a rabbit hole
Catch me
I can break
In the end
Tell me it will all be ‘Okay.’
Oh dear
Hold me close
Under the moonlight
A silent mystery
No one will
Bother to answer
Contain the silence
I no longer
Hear the screams
Please dear
Catch me
I’m falling
Slowly
Oh dear
I’m falling
Down into
A rabbit hole.

The tears on her cheeks
From the laughter spilling through her mouth.
At a corny joke her friends made
Would've gained the attention of him from a world away.

The laugh she had made him smile and wish it was to him he was laughing and smiling with.
The joyful tears rolling down her face made her eyes fill with a rainbow of colors,
And a sparkle that no star could ever compare.

If only he could make her realize that he wanted to be the sky that could paint the rainbow in her eyes.

These thoughts, these thoughts,
Will spiral down the rabbit hole.
Upon thousands and thousands
No one can see inside,
These thoughts, these thoughts,
Such killers of mine
Call past the time,
That can no longer wait
How deep is this grave?
These thoughts, these thoughts,
The blood that runs through our veins,
Your skeletons in my closet
Are secrets of twisted fate.
These thoughts, these thoughts,
Oh how intriguing.
The thought of how;
If you could read my mind,
Would you be smiling?

This has been rewritten,
And rewritten,
And rewritten.
So maybe this time I won't have to start with everything but end with nothing.

The page stays blank but explains everything,
Or the page is filled but doesn't explain enough.
I can't seem to find the in between of these two things.

My thoughts will consume me, and I'll find myself writing.
Or my thoughts will overpower me, and I'll end up trapped inside myself.
Though soon enough a piece of paper is wasted.

That never changes.
So as I write this I contemplate it.
Hopefully this one started out with nothing and ended with everything, but even then at least I can still write something.

Hiding, Running, and becoming breathless.

I'll hide at the edge of something that will eventually **** me.
I'll run to the edge of my boundaries only to lose my way.

Soon enough there's no where else to go, and there you are.
Waiting patiently for me.

I've been stumbling around and guarding my heart.
These cage bars that lie inside me, and I don't have the key.

Holding on to something I should've let go with the breeze.
Caught against the tides of the waters that were drowning.

But I was trying to gather all these bits and pieces of you.
So I could keep you with me wherever I roam.

Little did I know that the journey would get so lonely.
Time would move slowly.

Running and running from a past that's haunting me.
I kept running to find someplace safe.

But I always ended up back at the beginning.
To redo everything all over again.

How long you've waited has finally told me.
I should've left everything to be; so I could finally be me.

While you are you; then nothing ever becomes something else.
So now I'm no longer hiding.

I'm running to you at full speed.
Where my past turns to dust, and there's nothing haunting me.

The cage door was opened, and you held the key.
As your arms surround me, I become breathless.

I'd finally found a place to call home in what lies between you and me.

Laying in the grass I saw her.
In the dead of night in the middle of nowhere.
I found her. Holding out her hand as though she was reaching for something.

The night sky above us dazzling with the stars of the vast Galaxy.
What was she reaching for?
How long had she been alone?

When I asked her the only reply was this, "If I hold my hand out long enough I'll grasp the stars and return home. Where I'll never be alone."

And in that moment I'd never realized the beauty of the never ending sky.

If you can't leave my mind
I suppose you're meant to stay
Help me figure out this puzzle
Compose these thoughts
In order to design something
So grand
And rewrite the words I have always wanted to say.

The ones that could never find the right ways
So with all of my heart
And the rest of my sanity
Try to take my breath away
Only for me to say
The words that will take all the pain
Away.

Maybe I will.
Finally be able to poor my heart into my words
To keep you in my thoughts
Hold you safe in my heart
So you can steal my breath away.
With the words that will make you stay.

Fall is coming to an end and Winter is coming in.
She's gathering branches from the trees, and all the tiny leaves.
She'll pick them up and carry them home, and when asked why she'll simply say.
"I'm bringing back the warmth from when he left me in the spring."

The countless promises that were made between us still stand.
Even if we're no longer us,
I will have a piece of me that belongs,
Only to you.

The oceans that drift us apart,
Are no match to the everlasting love we hold for each other.
So when you're no longer here, I'm still here just like I said I would be.

Just one melody can tell a story, but none compare to the one we've created.
This heartbeats for you; I only assumed you knew that too.

The days grow colder and these promises between us.
They're drifting for you, but they're still important to me.

Such a fool to believe that we would stay in the midst of a divine emotion.
For I loved you, but did you love me?

These promises remain but they're starting to become empty.
Since I'm stuck out at sea; I can hear the sirens calling me.

My bones are yearning for so many things.
Here I lay with eyes open and my heart bounded by chains;
Where do we begin to rearrange the broken pieces?
Try to fix something so far gone or just leave and forget the damage.
Bruised bones and haunted memories, no longer can I look at this blasted ceiling.
The world doesn't stop turning when someone's screaming.
Why do we purposefully chase the hearts we know we'll never win?
Wait for someone to save us when they're busy saving themselves.

We can change the present, the future and the ending.
But I'd like to reserve the right to change past.
I want something illogical, to be free.
For why not lie on this ground and knowing that as hard as I grasp for the stars.
There will never be a time where I can call the sky mine.
Yet that's all I've ever dreamed.

I've lost it.
My once clear mind is clouding up again.
There's a missing piece where you should be,
But you don't see that.

You can't see how much simpler things are for me when you're near.
So just once more I ask of you.

Hold onto me,
Don't let me go because I can't stand on my own.
I'm breaking down with all these demons inside me.

So hold me closely and they'll fall asleep.
Then once more I can feel at peace again.
In your arms, where I find what I once lost.

This heart that once always slept
Is starting to beat.
It's racing and aching,
I've added stones and stones around it everyday just to keep it safe.
But you somehow managed to break through.
Now as it flutters ever so violently as though it's magic.
You've stolen what was rightfully once mine.
Now my old heart is yours to hold.
I have faith you won't break it.
Just like I won't break yours.
I've stolen your heart and I hope you don't mind but you stole mine.
So I'm only returning the favor, and I believe we can rebuild these walls.
To create ourselves a home.
A place for just you and me.

There's a story only we know;
Where some words are,
BIG AND BOLD,
ALL WHILE LOUD AND CLEAR.
or tiny and shy,
being quiet that it's almost silent.
It's AlSo raNdoM anD WeirD,
But It FiTS sO peRfeCtly.
The words that are not place properly still make sense.
This is us.
We can be bold and outgoing,
Or can keep to ourselves remaining silent.
There's also the moments of our random weirdness that brings upon the best moments we can never forget.
Where we know the feelings of love,
The feelings of sadness,
Feelings of hate.
Our curiousness in reminiscing of who told this story correctly.
But the simplicity of intricacy is a beauty I've come to admire.
So please retell these stories.
I promise to listen closely.

I don't think I will ever hear those words enough,
Even though you show it,
I want to hear it every day at the end of the day,
Just so I know that you still love me at the end,
Tell me a wonderful thing,
Make me mad,
Than kiss me and say you were
teasing so I know,
Try to make me cry and when the first tear falls,
Embrace me and kiss away my tears,
Tell me you never want to let me go,
I love you,
But can't stand you,
In the end,
We can't live without one another,
I want tears,
And,
A hand to hold,
A rose to drop,
To hear your heartbeat once more, before you leave,
And when,
You walk out the door,
When,
I'm shaking and crying,
Drop everything on the sidewalk,
And,
Run through that door,
To catch me before I fall to the floor,
Embrace me
Kiss my head,
My cheek,
My neck,
Right there knowing you love me
Say to me,
"I can't do it, I don't want to let you go, I won't let you go."
Take me by the waist and tip my chin up to look you in the eyes,
Press your forehead against mine,
Then kiss my nose,
Then say,
"I don't have to say it you already know."
And,
Give me a gentle kiss,
A kind of kiss where,
It's passionate, yet gentle,
One to drive me crazy,
To the point I won't leave your side,
You use whatever you can against me,
Trying to make me,
Laugh,
Smile,
Blush,
I love you so much it hurts,
I know I don't say it enough dear,
But,
I love you and my heart will wait for you,
To say the four words on one knee,
I hope that's not too far,
But when I say,
"I Do."
To you crying I know you won't have to tell me,
Because I know now I have to tell you,
I love you.

The whisper of words
Across the distance of skylines
Are leaving you breathless.

Why do we have our head in the clouds only to leave our feet on the ground?
If we're to explore I want the adventure wholeheartedly.
Not a five minute trip to the grocery store.

We can't afford to lose what we already have.
But I have been left with nothing,
And yet I'm not content.
You speak with confidence that I have the best gift,
Because I will never know the feeling of loss or sorrow.

Yet all I feel is that I want to walk among the clouds and leave my head on the ground.
No more voices telling me lies,
No more judgement for who I've become.

The whisper of your words
Across the distance of skylines
Are leaving me in an echo
Of what I once was.

A stolen Echo,
A cry A plead,
Nobody can hear her,
For her screams are Echoes,
Which are stolen from the darkness, Where she lays,
A silent nobody,
Anonymous,
A faded dream,
With a black heart,
Cold as ice she lays,
Nobody heard her pleads,
They echoed far away,
She came so far,
They thought she was in the clear,
.
It was a lie,
So far deep in darkness,
Kind words,
Gentle touches,
All turned to static,
Now she lays buried,
Can you hear her echo's?

I've played your games.
The last move remains
And it's something everyone knows no one wants to do.
How do we end this and go our separate ways without really losing each other?
Because this piece of me that loves you refuses to let go.
And I've seen this game end in only the same way.
Again and again.
I've always picked up the pieces, and you've always come back to play.
You cheated, you lied, and caused only pain.
There wasn't love here.
Telling myself I wouldn't do this all over again.
How many times those words I repeated.
They've never been carried through.
So here we sit at this game of chess.
I'm moving my piece and it's check mate.

I was once in love,
With the idea of being in love.
A beautiful thing to any soul,
And then hatred took over my bones.

The idea of love is something
I cannot speak of.
But here I sit saying words that do not grasp.

The way your eyes stare into mine,
How our conversations collide into a beautiful mess of laughter,
Or the way you say my name and I lose all the air in my chest.
Ways I cannot even comprehend in what you do to me.

The idea of being in love is something I cannot speak.
But I have loved before,
In the belief I could never love again.

Then came you.

I have stolen lives
Of the faces that don't have names.
With only words to serve as their memories
And as every page goes to create a different story.
To become friends with a person who can only exist between these lines.
A whole new universe to explore that will never be mine to call home.
I've ripped and plundered,
created and destroyed
all these strangers
who have become my friends.
Within these pages I have
built a home
for all the souls inside.
.
So if I were to ****** a person
in any kind of way;
it is here they would stay
among the pages
where all the old souls
remain.

Yearning for something more.
A life so small,
In a world filled with beautiful people.
Changing constantly,
Leaving little old I behind.
Stricken with uncertainty that maybe;
The world is not ready for my old soul,
Who's trying to find answers in a place full of questions.
Could I start with you?
Please hear me out when I tell you a name;
That is no longer my own.

How many pieces does it take to create a soul?
There's no such thing as truth
Only perspectives.
But what were to happen if a piece would be to go missing?
Could we proclaim ourselves whole?
I will love you for all your pieces.
Try to fix you
Rid you of sin.
All the words ever heard through day out and day in.
The world is a beautifully wretched place filled with broken dolls and shattered hearts.
Corroded minds and fragile bones.
I will love you.
I will love you
I will love you.
Not for who I am but for who you wish me to be.
So let me correct you in order to save myself.
I will love you to ruins.

I want to paint with the clouds,
Create a design so grand among the sky that even your God will admit it's profound.
With my words I want to design a life worth living for you and I,
Make all your dreams come true just to see your weary eyes smile again.
These broken hands of mine want so much to construct things for everyone else but me.
No money in return just a smile on your face can turn all the darkest days into the brightest,
Your eyes on mine give me such inspiration that to call you my muse would be unworthy.
Every last word could not express my need to give you the world just to save you before you leave me.

The echoes have faded
Silence has taken its place
There's words left unsaid between us.
Between the ground I walk on and the earth in which you lay
It's chaos in my head
Where's home when you need it the most?
Surrounding myself in thoughts of you
Because your arms no longer hold me
And I'm so homesick.
Your heartbeat has stopped
The world has lost its color
And the invisible string around my finger is broken
I made a home out of a human.
A mistake I cannot repeat
Only because time continues to move forward without question
And it won't allow me to go back
To fix my mistake.
To save us from what became something else
But I know that wouldn't do anything.
I still would've done the same thing
The only thing I wish
Was that it wasn't you
It was me.

These rose petals fell away and the sky had turned gray.
Those flowers that held such beauty had lost their meaning.
She built a wall between the garden and herself.
Brick by brick on the edge of everything she's ever known.
She no longer sees the sky or the flowers.
Waiting on unrequited love to break the boundaries.
For these walls to fall, for these fears to disappear, to see the sky waiting beyond the clouds, and to finally persevere the life given to her.
But what waited before her was a door.
Little did she know that everything she wanted lies behind what she built around herself.
That there was no more blood on her roses and there was no darkness in the sky.
Her unrequited love for life was just waiting outside.

Inside the darkness.
It's quiet here, it's lonely.

I cannot see the stars,
I cannot fathom where my thoughts are.
Then there's you inside my head.

On this haunting feeling.
I can sense you, and as I'm wandering you're guiding me.

But I must be hearing a ghost because I can't see the end.
Others tell me I've gone mad.

I don't mind because as long as I can sense you and hear you I'll be okay.
So guide me to you.

In the darkness of my mind.

I could write for an infinite amount of time, but never would I ever be able to find the right words.

To explain how the earth and the sun collide to create an explosion of colors across the sky, how the moon fell for the sun when it lives among the stars, or how there's a galaxy inside your eyes and there's a fire in my soul, and how we could burn brighter then the sun.

If only I could find the right words; My love.

Dear Alice,
The cards have folded, and I have yet to see where all the lines meet. There's this madness inside of me and it's rather troubling you see? Well I guess you don't for you can't think like me.
It's unfair of me to presume you can understand my madness when I can barely grasp it myself. I'll lie to save my friends from catching on but I can't trust no one but me. My dear oh sweet dear Alice there's no one madder than me.

We have lived a thousand lives,
Ones that we can't recall to begin
Or recall the way they ended.
But I know that no matter the differences between our worlds.
Just know that even if I cannot see you,
Hear you,
Or feel you.
There is a place in my ribcage that holds a place for you.
My heart has built the walls and is waiting for the spark.
To ignite the fire inside me.
When I can feel myself start to stumble on these words.
How when those arms of yours hold me and I can hear your heart beat.
Right next to mine,
Is when I know that I've finally come home.
So if I cannot see the night sky light up with the stars,
Or the moon come to greet the earth.
I'll remember the galaxies between us.
Closing my eyes I'll finally see your smile,
And I'll feel these bones tremble because I only want to return to you.
But I know that when the sun comes to kiss the earth awake that you'll be here.
Where I can never lose you,
In my mind and soul.
Throughout these worlds,
These lives that I've no longer come to recognize or even remember.
I'll know that our souls have collided to create this beautiful place.
That we can call our home.

Oh dear soul
Please quiet your constant thoughts;
For they take my sleep,
Steal my dreams,
And scatter pieces of me.
To distant places beyond my reach.
Falling apart while trying to be my own hero,
Or maybe I'm a victim;
Who doesn't want to be saved.
Oh dear soul
Leave me be!
Before you take my sanity.

What happened?
To the words
You would eloquently put together
Piece by piece,
I thought you were like magic.
Painting a picture
With words that seemed so promising,
Of a future we would share together.
When did you stop painting?
Just one sentence
And you had put a spell on me;
To put my crying heart to sleep
Without my acknowledgement
I fell
And chased the white rabbit
Down the spectacular rabbit hole.
Listening to your words
Creating an exquisite painting
That I can no longer find.
I think I thought you were magic
Because you've disappeared on me.