Ripped open, bleeding the stardust of the heavens.
You were the comet, bright and brillant blue, coming to stitch up my wounds.

I was saved, not with antiseptic or morphine  but the healing rush of your lips.
Electricity pulses from your tongue brought me back to life.
I found Orion’s Belt, you were my North Star.

Super novas collapsed in my lungs when I looked into your moon filled eyes.
I was the waves, under your spell I couldn’t fight the tide.

When you held my hand and said forever Haley’s Comet burst forth from my limbs and
I became a red blossomed nebula.

Yours, infinitely.

A sorry mistake
on a pure white page
An ugly scar
on a beautiful face
A blemish
that must be erased.

A mishap
brought into the world by man
A turn of the tides
a slip of the hand
A pitiful child
cursed to be banned.

Now it’s removed
there’s an empty space
But it’s left a mark
a tiny trace
A blood-stained reminder
you can’t escape
The revenge
of the erased.

And what if I told
      you the world was on
           fire like a burning man,
        absorbed in his work,
              painfully turning to
                     productive ash

could this truth light
       the words from your
         lips, warm my
      sentiment as if
                  ignition is perpetually
                       within the scope of
               time like a teacup
           slipped under the table

all of us
want to think
'my place is best'

to have a place
that is yours
though, is enough

i can't believe
you thought i
wouldn't come back

Pigments fall from the sky
They swim in our skin

Some would rank them
By that God
But he gave them all to us
By natural superiority
But that makes for inferiority

Oppression violence abuse hate
Always find outlets through these excuses
*** color religion culture
And those that do nothing
Those that see the wrong and still do nothing
Forge the way for wrongdoers
Moderate the righteously inflamed
And accept the abuse

When rights are stolen
Injustice runs unchecked
All will suffer.

In the end remains just the question
What's next?
When will you be the victim?
When will you act?
When will your sense of justice

Cry out for rightful compensation
For rightful equality and freedom?

When will you scream and fall?
For you and others
With you and others

And right the wrongs
And take up that torch of liberty?

As others before you
That you have mocked
And called impatient rabblerousers
And ridiculed their cause

Now just as noble as yours.

to need; desire.
the feeling of perfect bliss
just out of your reach

a girl got hurt too many times
and she didn't want it anymore
her tiny form was shaking
at what else could be in store
since she was small
she was always afraid
so she cut out her heart
and threw it away
she cut out the sadness
the anger, the fear
she cut out anything
that made her shed a tear
she took her knife
and she cut her heart out clean
she didn't stop to think about
exactly what that'd mean
she cut out her desire
she cut out her sighs
she cut out all thoughts
of her eventual demise
she cut it all out
all that made her feel shattered
and it was too late when she realized
she cut out everything that mattered
her heart was still beating
but it was as cold as ice
and that's when she figured out
what makes this world so nice
the hurt and the pain
and the happiness too
all go together
there's no way to choose
what you want in your life
you have to take it all
either that or you cut out
every feeling, big and small
and this little girl
made up of bones and skin
wanted nothing more
than to let the feeling back in
but her heart was like winter
and her knife was cutting air
so she decided to feel
the last thing that was there
she stuck the knife deep
and she smiled as she died
because for the first time in a long time
she felt truly alive