Girl, your touch is golden
It shows in the way you carry yourself
Very classy and stunning
Admirable and loving
A heart that is so pure
A soul that is gentle
Shining your heart through
Brings out the highlights in you

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I ruined everything.
I usually never wish to change my past
because I am a strong believer
that absolutely everything happens for a reason
and that everything is a lesson,
bad or good,
but,
this time,
part of me wishes that I could turn back time
and tell you how I feel.
How I truly feel.
Because I think I loved you this whole time.
And I don't know why I thought it would be fine to keep it all in.
O and C in my heart for as long as I live.
I'm sorry I love you.
<3

An object at rest
has no speed

An object in motion
has energy

The difference
is speed
is energy

Speed = Energy

The further away things are in space when we look at them,
The more we're looking at the past.
So I think you must be at least as old as the universe
To have left such an impact upon it.
Your words as colourful as those pictures of nebulas;
Words of wisdom that hover in the mind long after spoken.
The cold, vacant space you inhale becomes blessed by your existence,
Exhaled into the creation of heat, your breath births countless stars.
Your suffering, a black hole.
Dreadful, heavy beyond measure, eternal.
Would swallow us all into death, split us into pieces,
But you see how far we've come and want us to thrive.
So the black hole swallows up the misery of others,
Growing wider, the hole in your heart, endless.
And then you end, so the universe ends.
There are no more stars to be formed,
Nor galaxies to add to the multitude you gave us.
It's all gone.
It just hasn't reached our eyes yet.

I see you from across the room
Our eyes meet and lock into one another
For a moment the world fades away
And it’s just us
Our song playing in the background
Our bodies are on autopilot
As we walk towards each other
Your hands reaching for mine
And when our fingers intertwine
Sparks fly like the fourth of july
Like when you said you missed my glowing eyes
In this moment
You step closer and closer
Until you ask me the first promise you made me
“May I have this dance?”
Our bodies come close
And our hands come together
No one else is here but you and me
And every memory
Every laugh
Every hug
Every secret glance
Every argument
Every lie
And my heart break
Come back
Our eyes lose each other
And I’m back in reality
It seems like deja vu
Because you walk up to me
And ask the first thing you promised me
“May I have this dance?”
Except there are no fireworks
There is no joy
Just me and everyone around us
Waiting for me to respond
Because they know the lies you told
Everyone does except you
You told them to me so many times you thought they were the truth
As you wait for an answer
I am busy looking at my last mistake
That stands a foot above me
And dangles sweet nothings
Hoping to gain my attention
And in that moment I realize
You are nothing
All you are is a sack of bones and lie
A player that lead me to believe in love again
Made me believe that men had something of substance to offer
That told me I had a partner to look up at the stars with
And my mind is begging me to say no
Because it has already heard your sweet nothings
But my sweet tooth holds too much power
And forces my mouth to say the word you have been waiting for
Yes

At absolute zero
there is no motion
only potential

At greater energy
potential is transformed
and motion occurs
at speed

so many words uttered
laying on the sidewalk
surrounded by chalk
drawn by children
who once were adults

how many times asked
"will you spend the night?"

that’s how we try to survive
but if you say no
i will ask again tomorrow

nothing personal
then why did it affect me?
it’s all personal
but you didn’t consider that
because it was personal for you
and I’m outside the loop

i wonder if anything can be told empathetically

everybody has their perspective
it’s personal
they believe their story is untold
so how can i tell it for them?

stop holding me back
stop trying to change me
we are two people
why does it mean so much to you
it’s not love that makes you do that
it’s something else
but it’s not me

i wonder if everyone thinks so much
it seems to me they don’t
i’m thinking about them and myself
i watch what they should be doing
how they are interacting
but i realize they are not interacting
they are taking
they have no patience
they will risk everyone’s life to turn left

i wonder what is so important about turning left

there needs to be some sort of resolution
but the loudest among us are too angry to compromise
they just are
and they will follow anyone who agrees with them
even the most flawed person on the planet

as long as he is angrier than them

where did America go?
or in the alternative
has it been born yet?

a parent has high hopes
as do signed documents

but who is raising the baby?
where are its parents?
what example will it follow?
who remembers the high hopes?

i do

life liberty and the pursuit of happiness

all men are created equal

we once held these truths to be self-evident
so why are we killing each other to prove them?
what is the conflict about?

a woman who covers her head
in church while she moistens her finger on a sponge
or on a plane while a man screams at her?

freedom
to die for
not to shackle

freedom
we honor
not ridicule
but if you must
it is your choice

freedom
to live
not to control

freedom
and justice
for all

for all
and everything
is who we are

so why do you want me to be like you?
why are you afraid of me?
i don't want to be like you
i just want to let you be like you
please
let me be like me

let us have a baby together

we can call it

AMERICA