I'm not sure what I want to do,
But i'm sure it's something

Don't forget to dream a little.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

your innocent perfection
is shattered.
each time i tell a lie
about you,
shouldnt the opposite be true?
i throw away
any remaining aspirations.
what is it worth to be perfect,
if none of it is truth?
how powerful it is,
to be someone’s
sole friend,
and bare a soul
that isn’t yours,
to lie and claim
and make yourself a fake.

you're innocent perfection
is shattered,
with each lie
that you tell, about
the times that you “fell.”
and i can’t believe it,
because,
you are perfection.
i am the shattered.

god-like fingers
I could kiss you
twice in a lifetime

god-like feature
I want to see you
in my doorframe
4 am

god-like lips
I can hear you
almost say
what I wish for

god-like eyeballs
saturn ringing
bells on my own
holy chapel

god-like flavour
can I taste it?
just a sip of
you perfect soul

turn the weather
turn me over
turn the table
make me stutter

you're everybody and everyworld to me

i sometimes wish there was a war coming
it is selfish
it is foolish
but that's what i long for

i wish there was a war coming
so i wouldn't have to study
i wouldn't have to work
i wouldn't have to love

i wish there was a war coming
so there would only be worry
so there would only be hushed voices
silent stares in the night
and death and selfless sacrifice

i wish there was a war coming
so i could flee or fight
i could be a hero, a coward
i could be honest at last

i wish there was a war coming
so peace could settle to my heart.