Maybe the universe
was telling me to
open my eyes and see.
Or maybe it was the universe
telling me to squeeze my eyes shut
and never open them.
Either way,
when you came into my life
I started rethinking everything I ever thought.
You were a serendipity;
You were my destruction.
You set my mind on fire
made it glow brighter than the sun
I was unaware that I would burn.

The day we met,
you were sitting under the stars
one hand propped against the warm grass
and the other with a lit cigarette.
I tried to discover myself
by figuring out every detail of you.
Instead, all I did was break myself more.
Because you cannot see the moon
with the sun
unless they are perfectly aligned.
And you, my dear,
were the sun in a different galaxy.

Love is someone kissing your forehead goodnight,
as your room is on fire.
But still falling into their sweet bliss.
Love is creating a trap,
and someone melting into it with ease.



Maybe I was foolish
for falling into your trap,
but to me, I was the sinister black sky
draped over our head;
you were the little fairy lights,
scattered around,
like paint on a canvas.
And I wanted nothing more 
than to reach into that pool of shimmering darkness
and stare at its mesmerizing contents
from the palms of my hands.


When your hands danced on mine
you sent waves through my veins.
They crashed onto rocks
and into swaying ships.
When your lips dissolved on mine
I saw centuries of maps
of your blue divine.
Your beauty was a siren;
my mind a ship's crew.

my soul is looking

for medical attention;

the hole keeps bleeding.

Our lungs are burning,
Filling with ash,
Burning with greed,
All done for cash.

I think the time has come,
We have to be rash,
Or else we’ll watch as we burn,
And be gone in a flash.

It’s time to get angry,
There’s only one solution,
Let’s yell and take action,
It’s time for a revolution.

My mother once told me

you can't erase what you write in ink.

I'm afraid I did not think

when I instead wrote in my own blood and tears,

reciting my worst fears.

Yet all I did was sit and watch as they

refused to go away.



Somehow I could not get their faces out of my home.

So I called to you as I let them roam,

and you told me that if I just waited,

that the monsters I created

would eventually be filled with hatred.

They would surround my mind,

wait until I was blind,

then stab my glowing soul,

until there was nothing but a dark hole. 



I eventually killed them,

leaving no water and no air

until they were shriveled and frail.

They seemed unable to grow,

with the numbing snow.

It seems as though,

you never really wanted me,

and were just here for the show.

And once those monsters disappeared,

all signs of your existence cleared.

I sometimes wonder 

if I just made you up, or if somehow

when you dragged me out of my darkness I left you under.

Quietly my hand 

caresses the fire with joy;

I watch my hand burn.


My body drowns in

the ocean's gentle feathers;

emerged in slumber.


My hand reaches for

the stars, trying to grasp the

untouchable air.


Energy flows through 

your presence, travelling from

your very own core.