That cold street I walked
Was once a place full of memory
Your smile and glimpse that could light up the world
Now are pictures I treasure in my mind

Since you've been gone
Nothing seems to matter
Nothing seems to care
Now I can bargain everything just to see your face again

I dreamed last night
I was granted of a wish,just one
Hell I did'nt wish for luxury
I did'nt wish for immortality
I simply wished for another moment with you..

For I just want to say I love you
That I really missed you
And most of all
Im sorry for not being there when you're about to go

But I know I have to wake up
And face the day and the day after
That you are not here with me
And I am all alone

My hands on fire
—flaming wings
in a paper heaven
—burning quills
of some hell raven


I'm writing words
turning into ashes


My smoking corpse
is all remains
burned to bones
with no remorse

We breathe easy.
This is might be my first time.
My first time
Knowing what it's like to finally,
Feel okay again.

Our souls are in bodies that are too late go to the moon,
But too early too explore all of space.
This might be my first time.
My first time
Knowing that my heart is not tugging on an empty line.

My dreams are filled with your eyes,
Your voice.
My imagination is filled with the taste of your lips rested upon mine with such urgency and such passion.
This might be my first time.
My first time
Knowing that when I rest my eyes the world will be filled with your light that shun the demons away,
Even if it's just for a little while.

This might be my first time.
My first time
Loving someone who might love me back just as much.
My first time without questioning motives
Just going with it.
My first time
Knowing that my best friend is scared because she can feel the love coming from both ends and knows what a tragedy it can be.
My first time
Standing at the edge of the cliff
Waiting to jump
Knowing that two arms are waiting to catch me.
And when they do,
It will be
The first time.

when galaxies surround
and gravity's unbound

and I'm floating in the midst
holding tightly to your wrist

and there is wonder in my eyes
because your face has told no lies

I hold you close so I can feel
if your heartbeat's even real

and press my lips against your cheek
because my heart is growing weak

against the love-tide rising
your presence prizing

above all else

nebulous mercury, or old neb as friendly namesome, was a longtime salty marner.

one day he was seasonally easing along with the flotsam and jetsons

when there appeared before his worn and weary orbs a macabre confoundment,

the vastly ghastly countenance of a slithering slimy see servant,

a critter that rose from the sea and had to hunch over so as not to break the sky,

the kind of monstrosity you only see in miffs.

he began to wrap his protuberances and testicles around the clig as to make repast. 

ohh, dreadful tingers draggled forlorn! 

shunned and electrolytical he was, old neb, awash in gloombulches and grovel gullies.

but then old neb snapped to! "Not my chipper clig you don't!" he charged allowed as he fingled forth in fury!

the battle eschewed in the stub of legends. old neb will ever be memorial for what he did that day.

to this very day, indeed up to this very moment right now, even chipper cligs flying scallion bones cut him a big bertha,

such is the perspective they feel for him

no hobo, but a ****** chum.

I graduate high school in four days, and
There's so much I haven't done or said
And I wonder
Is it because I never got the chance?
Or did I just miss it because I was waiting for the "perfect time"?

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