daringly to
a million degrees celsius pulse

magnetically until
streaming showers

of mass
ejections

fluctuate
sporadically

Today I opened my eyes
I felt the say
I looked the same
I stood the same
My mind was thinking different
It was banging with pain
My heart was breaking
I realized we are all the same
We are dead
Our hearts have broken
Our minds are burned
Our skins have been cut
Only left to be rotted
I sit alone
Thinking about what could gave been us
Who else was doing the same?
We are all the same
Our minds work a like
Some are smarter
But some are funnier
Our DNA might not be the same
But still we do the same
Alone, tired, cold and scared
Nothing to do
So you try and disappear
Only to realize you are the same
Not one
Not two
Millions are the same like you

There'll be a man at the window,
Looking out at the moon and the stars,
And the millions of memories that come to mind.
When the big problems are little
And the little wrinkles are big,
What will he think?
When we stop caring about essays and the future,
And start caring about wills and the past.
When he sees my face, will he remember butterflies,
Or the bitter taste of sadness?
When the bruises and tear stains have gone
And we have forgotten who we were,
All the little stories, gone in the wind.
Will you be proud of who you are?
Did I ever bottle the stars for you?
Will he think of all the secrets I told,
Or the ones I never revealed?
There's so many questions,
But lots of time.
The thought of the man at the window,
Who looks at photos he couldn't stand when he was young
And now smiles,
Who loves every flaw he used to hate,
And has lived the life he was scared to live,
He doesn't scare me,
Nor the void after.
Because the woman at the other window,
Will be proud that he's stood there at all.

heavy breathing and anxious touches and extreme tenderness is what brought me close to you.
the way you smile like you've seen my soul gives me a desire to curl up inside your chest. i bet its warm in there.
because your words are comforting and your hands are soft. but they aren't for me. you aren't for me.
i think our hearts were made out of the same stars. do you feel that? do you understand?

Would I recognize you
If I saw you again
Would you smile
Say hello
Remember me?
"Ashleigh, right?"
Would I blush
I'm sure I would blush
"Noah, right?
Fumble over my words
Wanting more than the moment we had in that silver box
The elevator doors opened
And I will never see you again
Unless you were meant to open more
For me
And you would ask me,
"Could I call you sometime?"
You, with the strawberry cheeks
Shyly
"Of course"
Favorite pen on hand
His hand
Noah
The boy on the 4th floor I will probably never see again
Sincerely, the ******* the 4th floor you will hopefully see again

I have always loved
the winged beasts,
graceful,
powerful,
fiery,
that dwell in the mountains,
who horde gold
and beautiful women,
aware
of their power,
their enchantment.

It's no wonder, really,
that I fell instantly for you,
it's no mystery
why my heart pangs for your touch,
you graceful, powerful beast,
escaping society on your adventures
through the mountains,
you've got the gold
and no problem getting a beautiful woman
because you are aware
of your power
and enchantment.

You are a rare find,
you are the oldest fairytale,
you are
what has always been,
my fantasy.

The world is falling to pieces
Colored glass falling from a prism
The reflection faded

The world is falling to pieces
Old friends stand alone
Failure, their deflated stare
A thousand screams
Or a thousand songs
One last note to echo...

The world is falling to pieces
Families break as friendship begs
A familiar face twists

The world is falling to pieces
Demented ramblings of obsession
Love is only in ideals

The world is falling to pieces
Every step away from one
Must bring you closer to something

The world is falling to pieces
I know to catch the shards
But they slip…

The world is falling to pieces
And I watch