It is you,
Your impossible being,
With every glance and every step and every touch.
It is you,
That makes me glitter.

A simple phrase,
And suddenly I am blooming with a thousand glowing dew drops.

A brushing of fingers,
Brings into fruition several sparkling stars within my body.

A delicate kiss,
Sending me into burning fireworks of passionate sensibility.

With casual obliviousness combined with genuine affection,
The bane of my fragile soul,
I become a shimmering image.

It is you,
A boy of naivety and a man of world-weariness,
With eyes like skies and lips like home.
It is you,
That makes me shine.

Antidisestablishmentarianism is a very hard word it's true,
But it's much more difficult just to say:
I
Love
You.

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”

should we simulate a state of emergency
when frankly the fractures you’ve experienced are not even fatal
while our dynamite maker was just a teenager
her slow motion wink took me right out of my seat
I blinked and before I knew what had happened
I was beside myself lying face down in a puddle of ink
it might be silly but it reminds me of a story
about two little children who were fast asleep
and then their stuffed animals came alive and started talking
how come i can begin almost anything
but I start to drift away before I even finish the first paragraph

her eyes glistened
with the light of
a thousand stars.

they told me
she was not enough.

her scars were painted
across her canvas called skin -
each one unique to itself.

they desperately
cried out for help.

her glossed lips smiled softly,
pulling her ****** features
into a jovial facade;
allowing a melodious
voice to fill the air

it said
"i'm okay, thank you for asking."

- v.m

There are meteoroids falling into my head
Meteors coming into the sky of my mind

I have no where to go

There's a voice
that whispers sad things
when I'm happy

I'm soft when you're around
then you leave me alone
with a stranger's voice

I'm losing myself
I love the idea of dying soon

There is a shooting star I see in a dream

A fire in the sky

I'm not afraid
of dying with a smile

Finally the voice
will explode
into bits of a meteorite

he loves his smile
and his hands
holds them under the table

they sit in quiet grounds
empty rooms

he loves his hair
and lips

they kiss
when no one is around

off to the city
filled with dreams

everything seems fine

if only the world would go away

Walking upside down
I'm alive in a moonless sky

It's never morning when I wake up

Feel so out of my head

When you figure it out
Come let me know

I'm the only one crazy

I've never figured it out
Please let me know
When you figure it out

I'm out of my head

Walking dead
It seems like a good thing

Jumping up and down
Never coming back to the ground

I haven't seen the sun in days

Half noise

Hurt myself
to deep

I'm always feeling like the opposite

Silhouettes lit on fire

Can't keep giving away my affection
Give you my attention

Come out
When you figure it out

I can't ever find the truth