Space is hardly the final frontier.
But, for now,
don’t you think we seem ambitious?
Shooting arrows at the clouds
could come back
to shoot you in the head.
Can’t you see that colonies on mars
would become a new home for problems.  
Seems desperate.
What do I know though,
I'm Twenty-Five and I haven't even graduated college.
But fears of failure make us see future
where our planets long since dead.
From that arrow to the head.
Salvation relies on a new years revolution
or something humbling like that.
But wait,
I shouldn’t write that here.
Big Bro is always watching.
I might find a man in black,
tap-tapping at my chamber door.
Not Lenore.
Thats when you'll hear me saying,
"Does anyone have a cigarette?"

I saw her again today.
I had forgotten how beautiful she was.
Her long black hair
Her tired brown eyes
It hurt me when I looked at her and she looked away
I know its my fault, but why must she ignore me in such a cruel manner.
I still remeber when she said she didn't want to hurt me
But to this day all she has done is hurt me.
I know its foolish of me but
I still love her
Even after all the she put me through
I still love her
I just hope one day she'll love me
She better hurry before I give up on her.

You walk into the living room where you find her lying on the floor
She is surrounded by a myriad of shattered christmas ornaments
She catches a look consisting of both awe and terror in your eyes as you notice the luminescent tears on her rosy cheeks
The lights on the tree illuminate the streaks on her face like sun rays shining atop a quaint pond
You open your mouth to speak but quickly refrain when she quietly says,
*"His name sounds like breaking glass, echoing in my head over and over and over, I don't know how to make it stop"

with every starry sky,
i still search for the big dipper.
stripping the constellations
searching for something bigger
than the compilation of love
or whatever it was
that we feathered through the sand that night.

that was the last time that we were together
you and i
lonesome
under the moonless sky
seen only by the eyes of God.
guided only by the light
and the might of the stars,
no matter where you are:

with every starry sky,
i still search for the big dipper.

every time our eyes collide
the constellations quiver
every time
you look into my eyes
i see you riding the tides of my skies
sliding along the slopes of my little dipper
abiding the strokes of my heart to beat quicker
searching for something bigger
than the compilation of love
or whatever it was
that we feathered through the sand that night.

that was the last time that we were together.
the weather has shifted many times since then,
it has now been awhile.
yet, still now
the compilation of your smile
is the only pile of shine
that can blind the vastness of my mind

every time

you look at me

i drown in the vastness of the seas
that flood the skies of your eyes
with every starry sky,
i still search for the big dipper.
upon it,
when both our eyes linger
i can feel the shiver
of the astronomical quiver

when i'm guided by the stars,

you never feel quite so far.