Fool you to
Love I

I fool to love
You too

Goodbye
Hello

Two minute passion

Hello
Goodbye

Fickle lover

Only wrong
Folly
You
I

Not goodbye
Not hello

Only two
Are one

Tickle tickle
Tickle

I must confess to you that the death problem
made us sweat:
Our old school teacher,
Miss Barnovski,
whom we used to call the Duchess,
set us two enigmas — you and I.
She wrote on the blackboard — it was a splendid autumn
afternoon —
the radical of you plus the radical of I
is zero, and got out of the classroom
leaving us alone with our queerest thoughts.

Nichita Danilov, from *It might take me years

What sustains it?
Open soul,
The clarity of mind
Let loose in the garden of night.

    Orchestral branches,
Momentum toward the spiritual
   On a gleam in your eyes.

   Receive the moonlight
On the waves of your hair,
   The architecture of my seductresses.

The darkness spins its webs,
  Your touch invents a moment,
Reality unrealistic,
   The night,
        a fountain of desirous hearts.

a blaze of stars*
decorate the bush sky's darkness
a blaze of stars
their lighting is like glitter bars
twinkling in arraying brightness
exhibiting beautifulness  
*a blaze of stars

a ghostly boat
sailed over the sky's dark sea
a ghostly boat
in manner so slow it did float
ambling the universe's lea
drifting like a lunar lit pea
a ghostly boat

Calm down, calm down, your voice is raised but it cant get any louder than your beauty.

Calm down, calm down. Drive safe, drive safe, even when done having your fun & you leave I won't hate you, I won't ever see those flaws you see.

Wake up, wake up, no rush for me to wake up, your eyes hold the view of a sunrise that assures you the stories in the bible are true.

I know, I know, it's hard to have an undecided major, to not know where your focus is and on the other side all I'm studying is you.

So true, so true, our angels aren't always with us.

Sometimes, sometimes, it's just a temporary eutopia to answer prayers, It's just a vacation God gives us.

Just please, just please, be clear, be forward, be true.

Remember, remember, I remember your brain's scrambled, your heart hurts, just remember mine does sometimes too.

Far too often they tell us we need to learn to be alone.
As if we haven't spent countless hours haunted by our own thoughts in motionless homes.
We know how to be & if we need to we can.
But there are things in life that are simply better when you're holding a hand.
Yes, the movie is good either way but it's amplified seeing their reaction next to yours.
The recipe doesn't change because they're there but the food somehow tastes better hearing their fork.
At first it was all selfish but we pray for them too so now we never forget to drop to our knees.
It was a good workout alone but with them you burned a few extra calories.
Yes we know how to be alone but we'll choose to hold a hand any day.
& honestly, God is always with us, we can never truly be alone any way.

I have some things I just can't get off my chest. There's no one to listen & you don't feel relief If you vent to the deaf.
I looked in my heart & there just isn't anything left.
Xanax covered in everclear closed my eyes then saw my own death.
Is this a puzzle? Is this a test?
Not sure but me losing this fight pretty soon is a good guess.

Let's just accept the fact
that I am not destined
to have the things they get
or live the lives they have
that their achievements
is not what I should aim for
that I should set my own realistic goal
that when the ripe age comes
I shall conquer the way I want
Also, I should remember that instagram
does not always show the full picture
that for even just a little,
there's a lie lurking there somewhere