Moth Wings, in the city
Moth Wings, aren't even pretty

Trying to get far
These wings won't hold me off the ground

Trying to set sail
The ocean storm is knocking you down
It's knocking you down

Steal hearts, at the party
Steal hearts, deny thee

Love is now an icebox filled,
With poison and wines
Platonic memories trying to forget,
Forget all the love that once was,
The trash you once called treasure,
Where hate equals pleasure

Moth Wings, in the city
Moth Wings, aren't even pretty
Aren't even pretty, Aren't even pretty
Little Moth Wings

Go now thing about the pretty little things
The innocence that once surrounded love
OH, IT WAS SO OUTSTANDING

Where the beauty lies,
Love is where your truth will die,
Love is where his truth becomes a lie,
She will cry, Oh, she will cry

Moth Wings, in the city
Well Baby, aren't you so ****,
Pretty
Aren't you so ****,
Pretty,
Little Moth Wings

Listen to me...
Listen to me, when my voice no longer travels with sound..
When the language of my body is telling you, I can no longer breathe.
Listen to me...
When the words cannot manage to escape, but the tears have no problem running away.
Listen to me, when my smile is lying to you, and the sparkles on my eyes are telling you "there is no reason why you should let Heaven and Hell get in the way because, we are living in the now...
and it's all worth it in the end."

Life, is beautiful!
Full of enchanted mysteries and tragedies, and learn that you can't have one without the other!
They merely coexist.
Maybe an oxymoron, but maybe you're a ***** if you think a fist-full of Oxycontin will turn you into anything more than rotten.
No! You don't need a hand up your stockings to prove to yourself that "Maybe this time, I won't be forgotten..."

Listen to me...
When my heart is drowning in quicksand, going down, dipping under, asphyxiated. But, I know that trying to listen for a sinking soul is tough because those are the times we decide to "hold, mute" rather than "turn up."

Listen...  
to the beauty in the wind, the beauty of the wind because most of the time we are too caught up in why it turns twenty degree weather into ten below.
EMBRACE the wind, it will be there to sweep you off your feet when prince charming is "stuck in traffic."
When he is not around you will always have the skies to serenade you and the trees breathing love and hope into your life.

Listen...
to the pride in mans' voice
Don't judge.
Maybe, he is just wanting to make his daddy, proud.
Listen...
to the rejection in womans' voice
don't become angry with her.
Maybe, she has had her heart broken too many times and doesn't know how to disinfect her wounds.
Listen...
to the rumors, but don't spread them.
Find a way to make them beautiful!

Smile at the old man in the supermarket walking with nothing but a basket full of microwavable foods in his hand.
He is too afraid to turn the stove on.
Maybe, he lost everything in the fire
Maybe, he lost Her in the fire.
And no matter how crooked your teeth are, there is something magical in the crescent shape on your face that means forever!

Hug your mom and dad as often as you can, because one day they won't be there to hug you back... or you won't be there to hug them back.
Dance! in the moon light, because it's the only time you'll experience the sun and the moon in the same place.

Listen, in math class.
And I mean listen...
Because, you're going to need to add and subtract people from your life.
And most of the time you won't find x, but x is what we live to find.
So whatever you do,
**KEEP UP THE DETERMINATION

Hugs are my favorite because they make me feel safe.
Like in that moment No One could tear apart this beautiful embrace.
When I hug someone I feel their hearts.
I know that it is not only for my soul, but theirs too.
And my soul explodes,
Into Sparkling Constellations in the dark sky.
It's beautiful because eventually our souls will be,
Shinning through our own little Earth.
And be Whimsical, be Lovely, be Pure, a Star.

Hugs are my favorite because the warmth of your arms make me feel like I am Your World
And you never want to let me go
As long as I keep on shinning
For that one moment,
I am your *Star

I can't say you **** when I ****.
You may **** ****,
But I **** the bic lighter fumes every hour,
On the hour.
When I finally get to spark up the end of my fancy cancer stick.
My easy way out is now socially acceptable,
Encouraged,
Even classy.
HUH
**We ****

I feel like magic
I feel like sparkles and Fairy dust
I feel like singing
IT'S MY FAVORITE THING TO DO EVER
I feel scared because I cannot trust
I feel inspired and intrigued with the things I do not know, but now see
I do not know of this, but my soul does!
It's *MAGNIFICENT!

Oh lover of mine, smother of mine, st-stutter of mine.
Please understand that I am not wanting of your text messages or phone calls.
They are nice, but they aren't most important.
Please understand that I am not needing of brand name bags that make me no better or bigger of a person.
Again, they are nice, but nowhere near what I want.
And sweetheart, Please remember that it is okay to have thoughts of your own and flaws of your own.
Me too..me too!
It's okay to disagree.
It's okay to feel like you want to release. Release unto me the coward this world wants you to be.
But baby, you are no coward.
If you tell me, I will listen.
If you give me, I will appreciate.
If you lie to me, I will try to understand.
Oh, lover of mine.
We are created as individuals and I will indulge in your creativity.
Indulge, in your intimacy. Intimidated by your generosity. You smile and express positivity. My heart is racing now. Velocity. Speed. You're like a drug. No doubt. You decrease my anxiety. Don't lie to me. I'm scared of showing you this side of me.
The side that has two sides.
Which is my good side?
I hate both sides.
The face that will never comply.
You arrived and everything became more vivid than the acid trips that claimed my reality.
You are so appealing dear.
"I am not what you want."
You try to hide from you, but I see right through you.
Too afraid to love.
But I choose to live in love.
There is nothing above.
"We are not who we say we are."
In need of attention. No need for conviction.
"You're trying too hard."
The results of our actions have shown no satisfaction.
We keep trying.
"We, we keep trying."
We, no...I. I. Keep. On. Trying...
Why am I crying? Zero stealth.
STOP REPLYING!
I never meant to let it get this deep.

I miss you

I miss me

I miss you and me

Being the silliest

Always singing, love songs to each other

That's what we were into

Our passion grew

Intertwined our emotions

Fondled my thoughts

Kiss and touch

You loved my eyes and my kiddish laugh

DID.
WAS.
DONE.
IT'S OVER.

Your passion dimmered

My love grew

Emotions terminated

No longer in reach

*I Miss You

Dear Marissa,
Have I ever told you how magnificently beautiful you are?
Yup, as graceful as a White orchid.
You don't believe me do you?
What is crazy is that you are so stuck in your insecurities
You see,
You're perfect, don't worry.
You'll be happy one day, don't cry, don't become brittle
Please my dear you are more than your fears and a yucky cigarette
You stand tall and strong because nothing this world has to offer is enough to fix your heart
So don't fall into it and most importantly walk in caution because it will trap you
And although I don't want to admit it, it will be harder than anything to get out
It's like you're a mouse
With enormous dreams
Then, a room full of cheese
Instant gratification
And TRAP! you're stuck

But don't settle for the cheese of this world because your heart needs more than just cheese to fill it
And I know cheese is good, but trust me that is not what you are looking for
You're looking for the wine and you won't find it here
You have to go outside and pick the grapes yourself,
Ferment them,
And patiently wait till they age just to your liking.
It will take time my love,
But you are strong
You will find your wine one day,
I Promise
And if you need help,
WHO SAID YOU COULDN'T HAVE A SIDEKICK?

Carrying the aesthetics of the world
Blending the color pallets of meanings untold
Emotions buried under the surface of reality
Hues, melodious harmonies, background light forming the aesthetic energies of what we want the world to see, how we wish the world would see, how we wish the world would not see
Creating a scene, visualizing a sequence, sweetening the sounds of  the universe.
Art.

It's probably been two years since I last saw you
But there goes a thump, 2 thumps, 3 thumps, and third times a charm because you've made my heart master the art of a permanent racing *****.
The one that sits in my chest behind these ribs that should be protecting it, but somehow your eyes manage to get past my barriers.
You apologize for the caressing
but baby it's a blessing
when you touch my thigh and
OH, we were so high.
So high is the pitch that you induced in me.
So High Were We
from all the THC
You made me feel alive again. . .for the first time since the last time, but the last time we were undercover.
Hiding under a mask of our trust issues.
Hiding under the bridges we bought to get to the other side, but now they are broken because we had no idea at the time that there is so much more to be had, when we build our own.
But your heart thumps are getting faster too. How do I shake this?
The quake of your bed is restless.
Until you kiss me.
And when you kissed me I felt safe.
You make me feel safe.
Under lock and key behind all these charades
WE ARE SAFE.

It started with the lay he wrapped around her neck.
It was blue, and he whispers "let me explore you"
Explore you on this tropical night.
Enticed with looks of vulnerability as the coconuts fell from the tree.
They cracked open, and so did she.
He held her limbs, thrusting his pelvic into her. Entirely.
She lies with him by the sea. He sees her. Watching her cry.
"Don't stop"
"You make me feel free!"
"Don't shout!"
Don't want anyone to inquire on this wonderous desire.
The flame from the bonfire burns so good.
This feels too right, so tight.
The sound of her moans induce his groans.
Deep breaths.
Explodes in pleasure.
All done?
Unashamed.
No chasing her, his back facing her.
No eyes to quench the urge.
He leaves as the seasons.
The palms are all gone.
And she lays. With her blue lay.
She will never take it off her neck.

I wish this insomnia would bring me to a place where hope explodes in the skies
I wish it would awaken a place in my soul where agape love never dies
Where I could ponder my thoughts in a pool of success and Gratification, Rather than stress and alterations
Alterations I make to myself because I don't feel pretty
Justifications I make to excuse myself from being ******.
I WISH I COULD ******* DREAM FOR ONCE SO I COULD FINALLY Make it to the city of endless smiles and hearts of GOLD!
Where the love of my family would finally unfold
Unfold, and I breathe in the smell of freshly baked joy
I want to hear the contagious laughter of a precious little baby boy.
To be unconsciously happy...
*The reality is just too wacky

Darling oh divine
Running on my mind again

Lost in his design
Destined for the ****

He said "I am delighted" "You are the light of mine"
I know where this is going
Please don't go on

Let me be your magazine
I'll be so interesting
Open me up and read me,
I'll be, I'll be
I want to be
A paper airplane
Up Up and away
Up Up and away
No one can reach me
I'm getting higher each day
But my glide is getting weaker