You reached for the stars
and put them in my eyes

I keep them locked
behind my eyelids


fearful

that you´ll change
your mind

Society is a prison.
It traps you in
And steals your freedoms.
Makes you conform.
Until you are normal.

So why don't we escape?

Because we are afraid.
Afraid of being alone.
Loneliness rots the mind
It steels the heart.

We all decided
Being trapped together
Is better than to be free
Alone.

i want to make the good things last,
or failing that, good memories,
those moments when the veil is torn,
and sorrow is a secret prayer

a thief of elemental meaning-
a rogue lifting lexicon.
acquiring this-and-that one
to add to the bound collection.
dulling or sharpening the scalpel that dissects expression of greater verbage
to smaller little slices.
a dictionary of spells, these languages,
that wind the world around
us.
the way of word is all distinct larceny on the path of yearning.

maybe the world is happier without me,
but I will always fight to change that.