Has anyone else found it ironic that we
cross our fingers not just for luck but also to break promises?
You were crossing your fingers when we first made eye contact,
pressed close to your thigh like you were holding on
to all the secrets I never bothered to hide.
Your hands were webbed with razor blades. We didn’t talk about it.
I hid my face behind mirrors for you to blow smoke against.
We always danced a foot apart. Neither of us wanted
to walk away with scars, but if Pixar has taught us anything,
it’s that we don’t always get what we want.
I don’t remember if I wanted your crossed fingers to be lucky or not,
but you aren’t superstitious unless we’re wishing on stars.
I’ve found that I only write poems when I’m not in love,
so I’m sorry that every word is about you.
I can still feel your hand in mine, digging until you were
in my bloodstream, collecting every atom of oxygen in me
until I couldn’t breathe without you.
That wasn’t cool, dude,
because now I’m drowning and crossing my fingers for you.
I want to break every single promise that I ever swore to keep for you.
Come back soon.
We’ve got unfinished business to attend to, but
you’ve been hovering on the opposite wall of this ballroom,
and I know that you’re scared of inflicting wounds
but my hands are calloused and thickened by scar tissue,
so come dance with me.
I have secrets to tell you.

I know how hard you’re trying:
caught between what’s good and what’s right,
triangulated by compliance to a routine that leaves you restless.
You’ve spent your childhood dreaming of ‘somewhere else’
but now that you’re here, you dream again:
of ‘somewhere new.’
You can’t pin down a pilot,
and you’re a high flyer
with a heart for danger and full of desire
from the stardust in your veins
and the galaxies mirrored in your eyes.
You’re no Harry Potter--
their attention drives you wild,
craving counteraction to the demons that
followed you from your home planet
and have tainted your every breath.

(he’s got stars in his smiles
that stretch like galaxies.
oh, god, you know what that means.)

Like I said, you can’t pin down a pilot,
and you don’t want to be found.
You’ll push and push until your heart gives out,
compensate and retaliate by breaking the hearts that beat for you.
If you’re going down,
they will too.
You’re a beautiful disaster creating
new paths for strength to rise out of,
a beautiful disaster caught between cliffs and a hard place.
You wanted to touch down on every planet in your system,
but you never planned
on your engines failing.
You can’t pin down a pilot,
not until he’s crashing.

Be Positive
Thats what people tell me
Be Positive

Be Positive
What if i wanna be inquisitive
I wanna be cognitive

I wanna see the world and live
Be incoclusive

Be learning and inquiring
Maybe sometimes be a little negative

Why do I always hve to be
Positive

Robert frost wrote a poem about all the places he sees in the shadows of the night.....And when i read it I made my own version.

I haven't been everywhere but i like to think i've been around
Some places I've seen deserve crowns

I've been to the brain that makes up roaring waves.
I've been to the music that some say saves
I've hit the floor that holds me down
and seen the people who make no sound
I've been to the place some call hell
And what Ive been above ground which i like to think is my own piece of heaven.
And if there is a heaven in the sky
I will go knowing
That I've been around
Even the shadows you see at night

I like the way your name sounds,
Rolling off my tongue,
But mostly I'm in love,
With the way you say **mine

Let me rest in the arms of slumber,
For my palanquin has arrived.

Decorated with white lilies,
Let it be carried by its bearers.

Today I'm the bride and my groom is Patiently waiting,
I can see him smile.

In his mysterious smile, I know
I've lived a beautiful life.

In the dark
In the shadows
I'll watch over you,
Secretly protect you from the demons who want to hurt you
All for you.

As worlds end
And fire claims all
I'd protect you
All for you

And as I breathe my final breath,
As my wings loose their feathers and my body starts to fade
I'd protect you
All, and only, for you.

An angel at birth
so I assume
innocent at heart
corrupted by truth

today you lay fallen
an angel in the dirt
covered by dust
lost in the earth

traveling on
with a heart full of burden
convinced your of evil
with nowhere to turn

maybe I'm wrong
to think your soul pure
but in you I see an angel
so I will fight for your cure

I've seen what you let me
and of evil your not
your simply an angel
misled for to long