Think about the brightest star
Ever to grace the midnight sky
Think about the softest glow
That can bring a smile alive

Think about the tranquil bliss
That each morning fills our hearts
Think about the softest touch
Which you never want to depart

Think about the tightest embrace
The one which takes breath away
Think about the most beautiful kiss
Which you found ever to grace your day

Then you will always be reminded of
The treasured glow which lives inside
Whenever I feel the magical touch
Which embraces me daily from your eyes.

As night captured arctic space
Silence fill the air
Bestow enormous still

i think i need to move to outer space
spacing myself further from the human race
racing away at an astonishing pace
pacing myself toward stars of grace
gracing me with a solitary place
placing me within the galaxy's trace
tracing my roots in a self finding chase
chasing comets to see my own face

My fantasy.
I would love that one guy, who holds me tight in the middle of the nights,
And kiss my forehead when I'm down.
I want him to hug me from behind, he penguin walks with me.
He comes to my locker and walks me to my classes,
He'll rather sit with me in the blazing cold, waiting for the bus.
He takes my hat, tries to act all cool.
I want him to snuggle with me and a watch two hour movie.
We fall asleep in each other's arms.
I want to lock hands with him, lay my head on his chest,
Feeling his heartbeat.
His eyes staring into mine.
I want to have a tickle war with him,
He wouldn't have to open the door for me and carry my bags all the time,
I can do it too.
I want to play with his hair, run my fingers through them as I play with his little ears.
He can lay on my stomach while I pet his head slowly.
I wouldn't care if he had tattoos all over,
His face is pierced and his hair is dyed.
I want to text each other sunrise to sunset, say the randomness **** ever.
We can give each other piggy-back rides.
I want us to feed each other while making a mess,
Have water fights and food fights.
We'd video chat everyday.
We'll tell each other secrets, call each other Kermit and Ms. Piggy.
I want to wear his sneakers and walk everywhere with him.
He can come to me if he needs to cry on a shoulder.
We can be ourselves with each other,
We wouldn't have to worry about Valentine's Day or marriage.
I want to beat him in video games,
Go to concerts and scream till our throats are parched.
I would buy him bracelets of his favorite bands,
We can eat ramen noodles instead of fancy restaurants.

My fantasy is being bestfriends with my love. <3

FIVE HAIKU

1

At the last bus stop
a woman alights with child
a man waves to them

2

Two boys on the beach
quarrel over some pebbles
their mothers watch on

3  

Red late-autumn leaves
fall on old wooden benches
the park is empty

4

The crow on the roof
surveys its usual domain
It has not eaten

5  

Under the lamplight
a boy is kissing a girl
watched only by stars

once rastafarianism entered language ploys with wittgenstein's language games in mind it misplaced pronouns, existentialists just dittoed the signifying moral singular with the un-signifying immoral plural; like i was partly holocaust bound, ha ha (example); cherub and a scotch bonnet of my opinion tingling a contest of: chilli v. pepper v. horseradish. let's just say i'm a plasterer rather than i.q. me as a drinker. slaps in chequers on a bench to sober up momentarily.*

trust the saxon, trust the saxon to speak worse german
than the bavarian, and entrust german to the turk
above the saxon; trust the audacious saxon to leave the alphabet's
diacritic out, to spell like a roman would, from the celtic netherlands of gloom
in scotch egg on a couch, the potato of them all,
trust them with audacity and vocabulary  to conquer the world:  
relieving us norse with ****** never mind
the geese of brazil; exact roman care for all dwindles and fibrous excesses,
conquer the world what have you,
at least you have black skin and opera sunsets
while i have white skin and grey clots of 7pm in september,
or as the censors announced:
rather my vanity than the proof of god,
rather me than you in the minotaur's prison of winding zigzag vocabulary;
you're left politico correct i have three thousand
longboats waiting, you're right i have the same number
awaiting wind and sail. trust the saxons among bavarians to do the following:
but you have the caribbean and that's worth more than kenya
in a 100m sprint. you have the caribbean and i'm african,
nuance the scandinavian proust waging war with
a burnt toothpick not giving enough warmth. each me of the lost tribe walks asking:
blondish in the sea i dare you to walk and reason
the heraclitean suburbia of the river of emptied housed-in arsons worth a life.
come alaskan winters come!
trust the saxons to conquer the world without a holy implied for empires
and lost tracts in order that the romans might utilise proper a and proper o
while the saxons in **** with normans and celts said:
we'll roman-speak about the amazon girlies while our girls party out
a craft of whitened cotton for champagne ship-sailed virginity!
trust the saxons to speak worse german thank turks in order to bind by migration
an island as a ship, and sail away sail away wondering
why the roots of other european nations used the goggles to speak
as much microscope as microphone when accenting
and, in so doing accepted dialectics rather than a pompous excess of fibrous ginger plastic
known as dialects: in england dialectics is known as dialects - caged owls elsewhere
didn't coo coo but mooed with gags in nostrils sneezing when snorkelling:
we say error in sussex and say wok cumin seed sizzle in essex;
close enough to be a cockney in hackney rhymes up a mango.

And in those days men shall seek death and shall not fight it. And they shall desire to die and death shall flee from them.

Let it not be death, but let it be completeness. Men shall let death melt into memory.

They shall desire to die standing naked in the wind and to burn in the sunlight, with or without fate.

Men shall wait till their hearts burst or erupt from overload of blood. Their bones should crackle and snap with every footstep.
Let them echo the word death. Let it foretell.

They shall rub their skin with hot, sizzling, popping grease. Shall drug themselves with gin and kosher salt.

With holes in their stomachs, men shall pant, “Death is divine.” Men shall love the bitter-sweet blood trickle down their eyes like tap water.
Let their knees burn on hot coal.

May their hearts fill with asphalt and their head fill up with toxic gases. Men shall sniff poison like they sniff flowers.
They shall skip on nails rather than in meadows.

Let them chew on tar and mate with eels. Bathe in acid and grow mold spots. Shall dance in the fire and choke on their teeth.
Crucify, liquefy, impale bleed them dry.

Scratch their backs with cacti and sleep with spiders in their mouths.
Shall hang themselves like ornaments on a tree.

Let them swing in the washing machines and stretch their faces till the skin falls like paper.

The men shall realize that death is their relative and not a sin. They will love it and cherish it.

She is.
What can we say about her?
Well,
She's well mannered and has the brain of an average teen, slightly forgetful.
Help me out people.
What is she?
She's a female,
A female who keeps her thoughts closed, yet open minded.
Belly isn't right and no face of a model.
She is the intellectual.
She's the reason why.
English skills above all, yet falls at social ability.
Why so many take advantage of the one we call she.
She is the cracked heart who still stands on healthy legs and is grateful for the life she lives.
People walk out on the precious.
Why?
Is it because she's not the normal?
She's not the top of the high standards?
What is it, guys?
We need to stop asking and start understanding the brown haired.
Eighth grade is when everyone stop seeing her bones.
Just to point that out.
She had friends,
Well,
They're gone now.
Don't get me wrong,
This artistic figure has grown to the crowd who disowned her long ago.
Her brain tells her to grow depressed,
But that doesn't stop she.
She is the Libra.
She can bring a crowd to the dinner table with hot bread and keep a settle conversation.
Shy. Wise. Lost. Glee. Wounded.
All signs of a growing she.
Let's not point out the acne scars or chubbed face.
She is she.
She wasn't placed on the earth for entertainment.
No monkey on tricycle.
So please don't ask.
She's growing friends as she grows herself.
Finds herself.
Affectionate,
Inflexible,
Apathetic.
That is she.
She will become something in the future the people awe.
She.

He's so dumb.
Yea I made mistake but he just lost a good *** friend.
What friend doesn't make mistakes?
He's made hella mistakes, but you don't see me flipping out and saying things I would never say to a person.
But it's okay.
He's confessed everything.
Everything he's done or said was a whole lie.
Which is okay.
Just shows me that I believed and gave my trust to the wrong person.
I have a big heart and I do the dumbest things sometimes.
I'm okay.
If he apologizes, which he won't, but if he does I swear to you I'm not letting him in this easy.
Or won't even let him in period.
He's done too much to get in easy.
I've taken too many apologies sir.
I've build a barrier around me and promised myself I won't be weak over this.
Up out my face please.
Irrelevant.
He can get up and leave.
I just hope he knows if he ever dares to come back, things will be extremely different.
Now, we might not ever talk again, which is okay.
He was scandalous, couldn't handle it.
Keep the headaches.
I'm moving on COMPLETELY.
He made things very awkward now.
This whole time I broke my back for him, be gone with all that.
I cried and begged.
We needed to be done.
We weren't seeing eye to eye,
But I tried my hardest to.
I'm changing my life because who can live like this?
Hope he lives a good life.
He said he broke backs for me, but who told him to do that?
He messed up long ago.
Wasted my time with these games.
I'm not dealing with this little boy anymore.
I'm shaking it off.
And it feels really good.
He thinks I'm going to stay around.
Needs someone who's gonna appreciate the things I do.
The love I give.
Don't need someone who's willing to be nice to me just for my sake.
Go somewhere.
Wasn't worth my time,
Gotta get this off my mind.
I'm doing this for the best of me and if it means tarnishing the past and memories,
Then so be it.
Every harsh word he's told me, it's being checked in my book of thoughts.
He put me out of my place and that wasn't cool.
He threw me in the spotlight and accused me of so many things that never came out of my mouth.
Did I ever do the same? No.
When you're mad and you say things, you must be careful what comes out the box because one day those words can push a person out and you'll never see them ever again.
Doors closed.
A little birdie once told me that you don't have a lot of people to talk to, so losing me was a mistake.

Piano playing in the background.
The same earing tune.
It's gray.
Too gray.
Might rain.
Stomach starts to grumble. I don't know why.
I'm thinking about us on that bed.
Just sitting.
I kiss your cheek.
My pants are so loose.
They have rips on them.
On purpose.
My shirt is so tight, I like it.
TEST TAKER!
They scream.
My basketball sits out on the front porch.
Wet.
Dewy in the grass
I feel you watching me sometimes,
I wonder if you think of me.