I want to live in an imaginary city
In this place there would be no pity

I'd never ever have to worry
And I'd never have to hurry

I'd have enough time
to figure out what's on my mind

All would be great
there would never be hate

In this imaginary city

We live in a world of imperfect people
expecting to find someone perfect

It just doesn't work.

You know how you get that indescribable feeling when you read a really good book?

It is like you've jumped from your world to the world that the characters live in.

Except now there's one small difference.

This time the book is reality.

And you are the main character.

There was a perfect hole in the sky
Shaped just for the moon to say hi

It rested up there on this night
Watching over us, erasing fright

Its bright gleams shine down below
Showing you the right path to go

You look up and say thank you
Oh Moon, without you, what would I do

I sit here
and think of you
if I were near
what would we do

    Laugh a bit
     push and shove
      throw a fit
       then make up

           I watched you leave
              and gave a smile
                 I could breathe
                   just for a while

                       I'd see you soon
                          but till that day
                             I would swoon
                               I wish you'd stay

                                                        But­ you must leave
                                                           ­    for now I know
                                                            ­            you are a thief
                                                           ­                     a secret foe
  
                                                          ­                   You stole my heart
                                                           ­               within a second
                                                          ­             we must part
                                                               I've learnt my lesson

                                                  If I let myself love you
                                      I fear I won't be strong
                                you're in my mind, stuck like glue
                       our love cannot prolong

Attracted to you like a flame to a wick
Unknowingly mesmerized by your incandescence
Your impeccable beauty made me sick
But your attention like personal antidepressants

✖

I felt to special when you looked at me that way
Completely blinded by all your flirting
You made it seem like you were gonna stay
Now that thought is disconcerting

✖

You blew me away like smoke from a candle
Acted as if I hadn't mattered
You said I was too much to handle
And now it's my heart that lay shattered

✖

You knew the connection was there
However ephemeral our love may have been
You freaked out, left, and that wasn't fair
But by far you'll always be my favorite sin

How dare you.
How dare you steal my heart.
How dare you steal my sleep.
How dare you invade my dreams.
How dare your cloud my thoughts.
How dare you let me fall in love with you.

Love as defined in the dictionary: An intense feeling of deep affection.
Love as defined by 98% of others**: Painful.

Sometimes I get this feeling.
This feeling does not really have a name.
It is in the middle of my chest.
It is like my emotions are a rope.
The rope is strangling my heart.
It feels like it is about to explode
but it never does
It constricts my breathing and slows my thoughts
It almost hurts
Whenever I think of you
this feeling follows
All I want is for this feeling to go away
but at the same time
I need it
It reminds me I am alive.

Faint silhouettes beckon you closer
silently whispering your name

Your unwavering feet bring you further
engulfing you in ominous shadows

The air dense with movement
yet all else seems utterly still

Malicious laughter slithers around you
questioning your deadly steps

You turn to run
yet find no escape

You try to yell
yet find no voice

You go to live
yet find no life

Sleepless nights
and tender touches
truly provide unique perspective
for all to come
and all that's gone

                                   Broken pencils
                                   and crumbled papers
                                   are merely a lead
                                   for dried up tears
                                   and ****** knees

Mistake or blessing
a hidden disguise
a rush of heat
a secret demise

                                 For all that is given
                                 a fracture of the heart
                                 that is the price
                                 if we must part

People believe in love at first sight
but when I met you, you just seemed alright
When I first saw you, I didn't think much
but you stole my heart after the first touch
I haven't even know you for a very long time
but that doesn't change the fact that you're always on my mind
I do not know what I would do
if I did not have you
Thank you for always being here
you make me feel like you really care.

Love,
Sabrina

The whispering waves were half asleep
the birds had gone to play
and in the trees and in the deep
the smile of nature lay.

I walk outside and the harsh winds greet me
The combustible clouds are eager to meet me
Tears trickle gently from the sky
Pleading with silent cries
The leaves fall from the trees
Swaying and swooshing like the seas
The sky starts to yellow
Oh, how I am a silly fellow
For this is the calm before the storm

There are just certain things that make life a little easier living. These things are listed below:

-The smell of pavement after rain
-The feeling of cool grass under bare feet
-Forehead kisses
-Watching the moon
-When your pet willingly loves you
-Daydreaming about something better
-Poetry

My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are the really shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either lethargy of a custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect- simply a confession of failure.              

                                                                        Lord Henry Wotton
                                                          ­              The Picture of Dorian Gray

I'm living in this dreamland
and you're living there too
I'm dreaming about us
and I'm dreaming about you

We're thousands and thousands
of miles apart
but every day
you're there in my heart

Every night
you're there in my head
keeping me up
awake in my bed

I'm reliving all our memories
and imagining some more
everyday I find more love
and into my heart it pours.

As I walk through the forest

It is almost as if it smiles
   It offers wondrous adventure for miles

     There are flecks of life all around
         Birds chirp and leaves fall down

            The forest remains vast and unexplored
               Only waiting for you to come forward

Tick Tock
says the clock
Falls the rain
of her pain

Soaked in red
All upon her bed
Trickling onto the floor
Mercilessly spreading the gore

Written with a pen
and sealed with a kiss
oh, look, here's a plot twist

The pen is a razor
and the canvas is her wrist
Her eyes start to close
as she fades into the mist

There once was a story
about the sun and the moon
They loved each other more than the Earth itself-literally
However, as hard as they tried, they couldn't  be together
At first, they tried to find loopholes
They experimented with eclipses, dusk, dawn, and even more things
One day the sun and the moon had to accept the fact
They could never be with each other
That is why once a month we do not see the moon
During that brief period, the moon cries
for the love he knew he could never have.

The sinuous road adorned by sunlight
Twisting on forevermore
Intuitive signs interspersed
Called upon by nature's glory
Wooden arches crisp with Autumn
Casting shady protection from all beyond
The air light and teasing
Drawing curiosity without haste
and with a bump all is given
Rewarded with a glistening Eden
To my dismay it's not forever
All the life fading away
To be replaced with roaring metal
and endless mounds of concrete grey
But this is not the end you seek
Yet a promised adventure for another day

As the earth starts quaking
the trees start shaking
Leaves tremble down in the harsh breeze
How terrifying is the merciless ease
The house is coming down with a smack
All the windows begin to crack
Animals run about in a scurry
The humans follow out in a hurry
Your shallow thoughts reach for all that's inside
Your tremulous feet move forward leaving behind all pride
A loved one grabs you and holds you down
They say take notice of what's around
The registration of the scene racks your brain
bringing about a searing pain
You fall to your knees
Broken, you plead
Your entire body is filled with ache
And suddenly, your dreams ends and you're awake.

We build them up
and tear them down
we are ruthless sharks
swimming around

Attacking in the halls of high school
preying on the young and weak
by neglect or by ignoring
all the kids too afraid to speak

We're in this together
why make it so hard
I guess not all of us
can go very far.

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look.


                                                                         Lord Henry Wotton
                                                                        The Picture of Dorian Gray

sometimes we must let go
of the things we love most
and only hope
that one day
they will find
their way
back
to us.

We had a good run
but now it's done
It was a shock
I cannot lie
I really thought
You were my guy
It's over now
what a shame
who is left
for you to blame
you said it's because
we do not talk
but you know
I'm on the clock
It's vacation time
and my phone won't work
you said you understood
don't be a ****
you know what
I'm done with this
I'm not going to sit there
and throw a fit
this is just a
waste of my time
I am alone
I'm drawing the line.

There is a ghost who lives under my bed
this ghost has a name, his name is Fred
Late in the evening, I'll hear him cry
so I will get up and ask him why
Sometimes he will not say
but until he does, I will stay
He says he's lonely and needs a friend
he had nobody at the end
I tell him I'll be there whenever he needs
I would never go back on one of my creeds
You never have to be alone
You are always welcome in my home

It was like time froze for those few seconds
It felt like we were the only ones on the planet
The only thing that mattered was that we were there,
together, in that moment
And I knew, as I stared into his deep green eyes,
that he was the only for me.