We were born side by side
Invasion of the body snatchers
Bluish hair cut and swept from the salon floor
We both got lost in each others curls
If I could return to a certain October
Believe me, I would
Some kind of magic in the way you were lying dead on the highway
Like I breathed that sparkling dragon powder through your lungs
And resurrection took shape as a boy named You

We live on the line between two worlds
Boys and girls and the animal collective
We reside on the scientist's bookshelves
All this attraction or lack thereof
Dancing in the dark when we're pushed to the brink of normalcy
Your wrists remain the sole body part that ever made my veins shake

Here I'll leave my poetry,
for you to read when you think of me,
and I hope you know that when you do,
girl I'm not thinking of you,
I'm busy with her cute, cute face,
and her **** body all clad in lace,
and perhaps you'll wish you had replied,
before all of my feelings died,
cause now she's got me in her bed,
and you've just got my words instead.

I'm distracted by, your cute, cute face,
and the way your words, make my heart race,
when talking to you, I can't help but smile,
you make me happier, than I've been for a while
Your hair is perfect, beyond compare,
and you're so perfect, that it's just not fair,
you're my best friend, you're sweet and smart,
you're funny and kind, and a work of art.

Didn't know
to laugh or cry
sailing in the Pacific
as clouds floated by
and mountains calling
for daring rides.

Looking around
at human forms
tears and smiles
I longed
to be a part of it all,
like one life
with countless wings

I stood still,
where to go?
I didn't know
and
don't know, still.

Knees brush the hard ground below,
worshiping the lady whose heart has been torn.
They call themselves the great followers,
who had been ransacked and called to her throne.

Hatred forms deeply in each other’s soul,
acknowledges envy and back fighting rules.
Ignorance permanently numbs the pain,
Like no one can save them from that terrain.

People suffer on the edge of their insanity;
therefore, she must be out of the work already.
However, this evil lady is still eager and persuasive
to claim her own legacy of selfishness and stupidity.

I looked for the stars
And was given the sun.

I looked for the stars
And was given the moon.

I asked the tree on my garden
Why the star lights are so elusive
This time of year.

Or was I just blinded by the sun’s glares
Or was I just lured by moon’s sweet talking

Immersed to sun’s grandness
Drunken to moon’s wine

Come here, said the fireflies,
Partake on our humble light.