Maybe she and I,
We're not so alike,
When I saw the ground,
She saw the sky.
When I was happy
She wanted to cry.
Maybe we weren't meant to find each other
Or we weren't meant to be lovers.
The world is full of maybes,
But there's one thing that I can't deny,
even though we weren't alike,
I just wish she was by my side.
Maybe insanity, is trying to forget
someone you wish to never forget.

They say it takes an eternity to learn of love
Another eternity to comprehend what it is
And another eternity to be able to cherish it.
However
With you I found love in a second
Which leaves me all eternity to
love you and to cherish you.

I was once told by someone
"To stay the happy star gazer",
So I paint a smile across my face
Look upon the brighter shade of things.

You want to know how I got these scars?
Exactly that, painting smiles across my face
With razor sharp blades that craved
Craved for the taste of flesh and blood.

I AM HAPPY! I Swear, I can hear your thoughts
He's a lunatic, a ******.
You're half right and half right.
Because the half left, is my sadness.

I smile to my sadness, I hold it bright
BIG BRIGHT RED SMILE WITH A SIDE OF BLOOD
big grin with a side of severed chin.
I AM HAPPY FOR YOU ALL....

Ignore the knife, that's just a prop
IT'S JUST THERE TO SHOW YOU
I CAN BE MORE HAPPIER
AS I CARVE A SMILE INTO MY FACE.

HAHAHAHAHA
SOMEONE CLEAN THE ******* BLOOD
OFF THE ******* ******* FLOORS
PLEASE.

-Joker Signing out

When he finally reached her eyes,
He crept and crawled into the night
until the darkness reached out to him,
And as a part of him faded before her,
She never realised, how broken
and how much falling he had done...

And he was too scared to fall once again,
In fear that the monsters caught up to him;
But he made his mind, and let the monsters
consume his soul.

I remember you'd carry me on your shoulders
Watched as my clothes and smile got older,
I remember you held me in your arms,
To drive away the meaningless harm,
I remember cancer erasing your strength
And your hair became shortened in length.
I remember that my first word was your title,
Father,daddy,dad,pa like I was at a recital
But it was less Margaret Atwood, more shakespeare,
Because there was no happy ending to be had here.
I remember the way we wilfully fed the fishes,
But then I remember your back with all the stitches.
I remember you telling me you loved me in your final days,
But things that I've come to remember, are all but a haze
Because the things I believe I remember are stories
Told by mum, and I'll hold them to way past my forties,
Because I have nothing left of you except your DNA.
All the stories of us I've come to appreciate,
But...
What was a four year old really suppose to remember?
Is there really a Christmas miracle every December?
Come January, will I be able to walk any farther
As a man without ever knowing or having a father?

If I had listened to how many times they said I couldn't run,
I would have walked my whole life step by step,
But I, trusting my own confidence believed,
That if superman could somehow leap,
I could run.

And

If I didn't run,
I would never had the chance to experience the summer sun,
Wind dashing through my hair so I had my hair in a bun,
The grass and sounds passing me oh the laughter and fun,
The dashing haste at the smell and the sound of the gun,
I did run.

For I will never let someone tell me what I can or can't do,
Because one day people will convince me the sky isn't blue,
And if I've been so used to listening to others, what choice but to subdue,
my own voice and my own opinions even if they were true...

I will never let someone tell me what I can or can't do...

Through an open field, from one end to another, I chose to run,
And even if I had a limp, a bad ankle or a weak stride, I chose to run,
So when the cloud poured hell on me and I slipped, I chose to run,
I could run....

                        Even when they said that I had weighed a tonne,
And anything whale size couldn't run,
                         I showed them that I could run,
And the light of the sun hitting my skin I knew I wasn't done.

I have walked, I have ran.....
                      And I plan to fly,
              Simply because I would be proving a lie,
That humans aren't ever meant to soar into the sky,
               To leap out of the shackles that is Earth and fly...

They said I could never be loved,
because my hair wasn't cool,
my fashion sense wasn't hot,
and I had a microscopic tool.

They said I could never be loved,
that I was a disfigured freak,
And along with that ,
I was somewhat of a geek.

They said I could never be loved,
because unlike a star I had no charm,
just a presence without any meaning,
like some ordinary cow at a farm.

I remember meeting a boy like me,
who enjoyed more of the scenic routes,
Who lacked confidence like me,
and never really asked any girls out.

I remember meeting a boy like me,
who knew of what love truly meant,
I remember meeting a boy like me,
Who had a girl to help straighten his world when it bent.

I shall meet the man when the time eventually comes
but run to the waves and soar to the seas is how I feel alive.
I've dreamt nights after nights of meeting him once again
but pensive thoughts kept me captured without sleep
and I lay awake with a myriad of promises to keep.
I will cherish the memories, the mistakes, the moments
holding onto each and every box kept open because closure
meant giving up and giving up meant not caring.

I shall meet the man when the time eventually comes
but run from what must be met is something I plan not to do,
I've seen dew drip on mornings of arid days and happy days
moulded together like clay.

I shall meet the man when the time eventually comes
and the sun shall rise as it has always done.

I shall meet my father at the end of my time
and maybe that day, we will play catch for the first time.

Thick fogs, arid air
Clueless dreamers
With breath to spare
Opposed preachers.

Impossible ensues
Roaming along streets
In dilapidated shoes
As sweat secretes.

Call it luck, call it chance
Running through hail
Heavy breaths & broken pants
For fake friends to regale.

The white shadow,
With hooves of diamond,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of a racehorse.

The smiling poet,
With heart of gold,
Yet pigeonholed,
To live the life of isolation.

They chant "keep fighting"
As sparks started to ignite
I figured I was in a trance
Filled with heavy breaths and pants
They yell "keep fighting"
But I decide to ignore them.
Letting go of the screams and yells
Releasing their surly bonds over my soul
I stopped fighting
And let the demons walked right in.

Now I walk around with demons in my mind
And they darken whatever part did once shined.

I sign off with a 'I love you darling, goodnight';
though I wish night never came,
I sign a start with 'Hey sweetheart, out comes the sky''
and I feel like I touched a little piece of heaven.
I face the grey clouds with a bit of a bitter smile
but I am reminded that every grey has a silver line
and with a simple silver line, you can seize the world,
but I know that I have as I sign off every night
"you are my world and I am glad you are in my life".

I touched heaven though I did not die,
I watched an angel from beneath the skies
who gave happiness and life, a new meaning.

I touched heaven though I did not die,
for heaven is in my heart and paradise
held no meaning without the touch
of what it felt like to be completed with love.

I want to write about you
the way I do a spot of light
shining on like a lighthouse
on an uneventful dark night.
I want to write about your eyes,
the mystifying stars above us
that gently remind us of light
and how sometimes it is enough.
I want to write about your smile,
the one I have not set sights upon
like the concavity meant to draw life
into its presence from stars and beyond.
I want to write the way you make me feel
but to describe such a sensation is indelible
and a permanent scar that sits across my heart
I'm reminded of my faults that are plentiful.
I want to write about you
...but humans aren't meant to write about angels
while having their feet planted on the planet,
I want to write about you
the way I do the stars
because i want to gaze at you
not with my eyes but my heart.

It's ok...
Because I don't exist...

I'll carry the burden of a billion heartbreaks
As long as I know you'll be happy

I see the stars, I soar the skies
I keep my heart in my chest
I'm telling all sorts of lies
Because my heart isn't in my chest

My vision is twenty-twenty,
With my peripheral I see plenty.
My sight is completely appropriate,
If it is not perfect, it is appropriate.
....
Oh how I wish I had glasses,
So I could take them off in an instant,
Be a different identity,
Be a different me,
The way Clark Kent shifts to Superman,
I want to shift to someone else,
Anyone other than me.

If I were to say I love you,
It means I would have your back when times a tough,
But no mere words are simply ever enough,
To describe the elevated heart rates and how it goes into a cuff,
Locking itself into nothing but your embrace.

I want to love you,
The way an astronaut loves space,
To love you when there's really nothing to taste,
And even if the world slowed you down in terms of pace,
I want to be the one to hold you up with my racing heart rate,
And tell you I want to love you like an astronaut loves space,
And in my eyes you will never be a waste of space.

I want to love you,
The way the stars love the moon,
Not somewhere in the morning or at noon,
I want to love you even if you were the darkest rune,
A fixture of nothing but dust and bones spoiling soon,
I want to love you.

I want to love you,
The way a mother bird loves its baby birds in the nest,
The way it embraces them in her arms even if they are a mess,
The way she chews on worms to feed them before herself,
That's a true test,
A true test of what love blessed,
From above surely will seem like.
I want to love you like a mother bird loves its kids.

I want to love you,
In the way a pilot loves to fly,
Soaring throughout the sky,
Nothing but your hand to hold up high,
Your warmth penetrating into my soul, nothing could go awry.
I want to love you like a pilot loves to fly

I was not bred in truth
So I fell for lies.
I was kept out of the dark
So I couldn't appreciate light.
I was deprived of air
So now I regret every breath.
I was unbeknownst to love
So I chased lonely nights.
I was terrified of the light
So I chose to dim my own.

I am now more lost than I've ever been
After having seen more than I've ever seen.

I was like you once
Held a frown
That stretched further
And further beyond
The reaches of hell.
I was like you once
Saw darkened spots
Within the sun
And treasured
The shade beyond
The radiant beams.
I was like you once
Saw shattered dreams
And complimented
Their perfect
Resemblance to
The dreams of those
Who actually gave
A ****.
I was like you once
Dying from the inside.

I am not like you now
For an artist had
Painted colours into
my life,
An artist has painted
Beauty and scenery,
An artist has challenged
My mindset,
To break away from heart
Aches and breaks,
To allow me to see
That after every storm
After every droplet
Of water from the sky,
Is a rainbow.
An artist who made
My frown
Turn to a straight
Expression
Then to a smile.

I made myself the ink
that you chose to write your love;
I made myself the pen
that you labelled was never enough.

I became the paper
that you wrote a love letter for someone else
And I couldn't hear my voice
As I let the feelings cage in, begging for help.

I became the pages
that you wrote a different story on
And I've been hurt by you
but I have no idea where the sorries are gone.

You never wrote about us
you wrote about him, about her, about Earth
But nowhere am I in words
and I ventured on to find my own worth.

I went a little too far...
and became mere playthings in your life...
I went a little too far...
and now I'm lost without a guiding light...
I went a little too far...
and I don't know how to feel alright.
I went a little too far...
a little too far, reaching out for you.
I went a little too far...
a little too far, drowned in an ocean of blue.

I've died beyond these lines
A million times just to see you smile.
I'll trade infinite lives for every chance
at one minute drives with you.
The view without your side is empty,
it's plenty of space yet a small expanse.

The infinite skies but all I want is a smile
to see you happy.

I know not, whether this will reach you
But I wrote this with the sight of your smile in my mind,
The glisten of your hair as the light cuts through;
I wish so hard I could just tell you all in my heart;
And I have laid the words to death for it's right to do,
Yet I yearn to tell you how much you mean to me,
How your beauty is not a combination of one but two,
Your looks and personality has come from the temporal skies,
I begged myself to tell you all the truth,
But I have laid the words to death; for in death,
the words will forever be silent.

It's 10 pm, Saturday night. I'm down in Jessie's place, just to join her in a lust filled night of sorts. Her blonde hair radiating from the lamp on the night stand. I carry her in my arms, both arms out resembling a father carrying a newborn baby except she wasn't my baby, not in that sense anyways. The tension in the air was so thick that even a butter knife couldn't spread the tension, but me and jessie had spread on our mind.

I could smell her alluring scent as I lay her down onto the bed, it must have been the thrill of daring to step into a boundary we had no knowledge existed. Love thy neighbour as heavenly quoted by men and women all around the world, I guess I was abiding by what I have been taught.

A little bit about Jessie, Jessie had these mesmerising blue eyes and had a husband, John,a fine husband, a brave husband who was filled with love.  John wasn't ever one to toot his own horns but he had the right to refer to himself in the third person, why wouldn't John be given the right? He's awesome and extremely brilliant at that. Nothing short of Superman or Einstein is what John has been told.

Jessie has been my neighbour for years, ever since I could remember. I drink a lot, so I haven't exactly the best memory of when or wheres. It was how we met, she was my neighbour and I was hers. Now we were closer, so close to the point that I could see her blue eyes staring into mine.

"Jess, I hope it's Ok, I wrote you ... a little poem. That's not...umm too weird right ?"

"Sure, as long as it's not something too eerie. Don't be too...what's that word?... Sappy" Jessie nodding in agreeance.

The words glided out of my lips like a gold medalist ice skater, with elegance and soft subtle seductive intentions.

'Love is like an ocean,
The sounds of crashing waves against rocks,
That mimic the sound of my heartbeat,
Love is more than an emotion,
Love is the echo of water dripping in a cave,
Love is a poison and a potion,
It is the pollen that fills the spring air,
Love can cause chaos and beauty
It holds onto your hearts and never lets go'.

I ended my recital by looking into Jessie's direction for affirmation of its quality, I couldn't actually pinpoint her ****** response but I'll try my best to capture it. Her eyes, rolled to one side in a condescending and demeaning manner but her smile was filled with some sort of ...actual craving for more.

My lips shot forward similar to the teens 'duck-face selfie poses', and I asked "So... do you ... like?".

Silence...

I waited for a little longer, or what felt like an eternity in my mind's timeframe.

Silence again...

I expressed my regret "Sorry, I'll recite another one?... Yes? "

"The sun and the moon,
You see they were friends,
But not everything twist and bends,
And even though the sun loved the moon,
He had loved her since yesterday's noon,
When she wasn't even around, he loved her.
Somewhere far away in the horizons,
It clearly never seemed to occur,
In her mind that he was thinking of her.
So every night, while birds and bees went to sleep
He died.
Just so her light could shine above his.
He died.
Just so her close friends, the stars could visit.
He died.
Just so the world appreciated her beauty,
Rather than his necessity."

Jessie still dressed in her singlet and underwear, quickly rose on two feet as a Chevrolet pulls up her driveway. A man with a neanderthal-like figure burst through the door yelling, ' I leave for business... and ya'll ******* in my house? ON MY ******* BED!!'

I tried my best to get past his door, because it was the only way I knew I would be able to keep my current state, the state of being still alive.
...

Jessie trying to explain everything with words, yes ...trying to use words with what clearly is a caveman.

'Darlin' we didn't do anything, he's just here yappin' on about something with moons and suns. I swear, I didn't do anything indecent'.

The caveman spoke again, in proper non-swearing, non-screaming English.
     'Sons? He was tryin' to put a baby in you? THAT'S IT!!.. Imma **** him!!'

That was the day I met John.

People and cars have one thing in common.
They brake.

A couple of cows was seeing a couples counselor,
But never could resolve their problems.
So one afternoon like a good scarecrow, as they were outstanding in their field, the female cow made a suggestion. I am a dairy cow and you a meat cow, we were never meant to be. I'll always remember you as my big missed steak.

The male cow took a heaving sigh and said
"It's time to MOOOOOOOve on"

I stood barefoot on a porch,
Yelling ' Juliet, Juliet wherefore art thou Juliet?'
Maybe I haven't met you yet
Or you have found your Romeo,
guess that's how the story goes.

Where are you though?
Juliet, Rose, Daisy...
Why haven't I met you yet?
Or have we already met?
...

----------------------------------------------------
[ Why did you leave so soon,
I can still remember the moon,
Of that night you decided to go away
I tried finding people
But there's just no way of doing so.
I have indeed found love a couple times
since you have been gone,
but none of them ever lasted.
Not even the ones I deluded myself
Into believing were real and fated.
Did you really think I'll be fine alone?

I miss you...

What's it like up there by the way?
Is it as beautiful as you are?
Or is it even more beautiful?
Just kidding , nothing can be as beautiful as you...
actually I have met quite a few beautiful girls,
some beautiful people,
some even more beautiful than you ,
then again I havent seen u in a while...
but you know me well enough to know
that things don't last with me.
Either people grow to hate me,
or well they fall out of love with me
or they ....you know, like you....
I haven't been able to give you flowers
Tryna buy a car yknow....
If you were here I'll drive you around
after all you will always be my princess
but ...i do drive you around,
I drive the memories of you around,
I drive you around in my heart.
Remember that time when we sat up
on the hills and just watched the stars
Do you remember we caught a glimpse of that car
The one that bounced up and down.
You ever wonder if they ever got married?
You know, that night I can remember your smile
I can remember the words you say
I can still remember how you use to say
'you're an idiot' with a smile.
I miss all of it.
I miss all of you.
I miss you]

Without you, to keep by my side
I won't know, if I'm dead or alive,
I don't know, if it's just a week,
To some, its a drop in the sea,
but to me, it's an ocean of blue
I can't find myself some help
just to try and stop missing you.

Without you, to keep by my side
I don't know, if I'm a smile
away from a tear.
So please baby, don't let me hear,
you say...
'It's just a week'.

'Just delete me'
Your number still taunting me
your voice still haunting me.
If it was only that easy
To forget a past, forget a life
Forget a name, forget a light,
It wasn't easy at all.
I've been tempted to scroll down
Find your name and hit call
But I've been scared of what to say
And curtain draws on another day
Yet I still haven't said a word to you.

Your number and name screams
'Just delete me'
But I always choose to live in heartbreak
Regret my mistakes
And keep your number and name
in my phone.

'Just delete me'
Your number and name screams
But I'm too scared of forgetting you...

We hang onto composure,
For when the sky bends,
When the wall closes in,
We hope it never ends.

We grasp at beauty we hold,
So when the stars starts to dim,
The night becomes frozen wastelands,
And everything begins to look grim.

We hold on,
Never letting go,
We stood standing,
Never letting anyone know.

Created armour that was bullet proof
Science created a pill that was bully proof
A little pill filled with happy magic
But when magic lay to waste
Pill-takers travel in haste
For the wondrous worlds filled with magic
Will collapse and crumble,
Tip over and tumble
For the bully's words will once again
As assured as ink within a pen
The bully's words will wreak havoc
And with no pill to make you feel numb
Words like 'Hey spastic'
Become shells that ricochet off the soul
Into a heart that is filled up with holes
To a point it crumbles
and as tragedy is tragic
collated poems collect dust
like iron sets with rust
the bully's words destroy worlds.

Created armour that was bullet proof
But there is no material
Nor kevlar in this world that is ever
strong enough to shield
from hate, from anger and from words.
For every bully victim within this world,
For every damage soul within this world,
For every hurting heart on Earth,
Just know the pain felt,
The damage dealt
Absorb into the very soul,
Shattering the existence
Despite attempt at resistance,
There is very little can be done,
Except believe that one day,
The heat from the burning sun
Gives comfort enough
To live on,
To breathe in,
To breathe out
And to see tomorrow.

Kid 1: My daddy does the enocomics
Kid 2: My daddy does the innertet
Kid 3: My daddy does eningeering
Kid 4: My daddy...something

When I was a kid, my mother told me I needed to grow up quicker
We'd bicker about how life is a straight line and I needed to be a man
with guidance and plans like the palm of my hands wrote my life story
before I could even ignore me. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a man,
that believed night-lights were a scam to force little minds to sleep
like sheep who were always counted on to put eyelids to rest.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a man, a man who stayed up all night
and sighed the next morning that I did not get enough time to sleep.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a man, but the definitions kept changing, and based on society's placement, I was far away from being a man.
I hid the kid inside me locked away behind bars of ribs,
because kids were not allowed in bars, nor were they allowed at work,
at worst I found myself smiling not for the sake of me but others.
I held judgement that grew like a crimson rose with bitter petals
just trying to settle my old moments, live the memories in open
and hope that putting the kid inside me away was the better choice.
My voice, though deep could seep the minds of those who cared enough,
to graft dreams that bare enough for me to help see them through it.
I wish that I knew it, that being a man was somewhat of a ****** dream
because the gleam is never as bright as the source of the light,
and lonely nights were only more terrifying when you're awake.
I met a girl with a beautiful face, who dared to tell the truth
that a roof is merely a ceiling in a simple way and the fact
that I acted like a man did not make me one. I remember the words
like a curse tainting families with the plague for generations
meant to bring indignation but it didn't. The words she said
went to my head and travelled through to my heart like roots
growing shoots that helped me understand that I could change.
'Men don't do that, boys do that'.

I'm a man built on the pressures surrounded me
that I've been remnants of others more than I have been myself
and a night's help could not tell how far that I have been lost.
I tossed away fiction with satisfaction because like Pinocchio
who wanted to be a real boy, I found myself wishing the same
when tears clogged my face as I stood over my best friend's grave...
I was a man who wanted to be a kid, but I've hidden that kid so deep
that I can only ever find him in my sleep, because feeling like a kid again
would only ever come in my dreams.

I watched her body left to rest and I wondered yet...
Why was I a kid who wanted to be a man?

I glimpsed upon a lady,
Completely mesmerised,
Curvaceous Katie,
I couldn't avert my eyes.

The way she paced herself,
Left me with a nosebleed,
I couldn't help myself,
But want her to bear my seed.

Eyes gawked on her behind,
As well as her breast,
I want to make her mine,
But this is all said in jest.

She was despicable,
Almost evil to an extent,
But a frame so irresistible,
And an alluring scent.

That girl is poison,
So even five erections,
My heart was frozen,
I would never show Katie affection.

I used to laugh at the boys who felt heartbroken or saddened by a girl, I used to think of it as an absurd emotion. I am grown up now, and that kid inside me still wishes I could view such a thing in the same light mannered way, but I can't. I wish I could still laugh at those boys without a few painful memories of my own. I remember the first moments of shyly teasing, pretending that we didn't know what was going on, pretending that neither one of us will grow to develop feelings but I guess that is how the world works nowadays. I remember seeing her smile and it is the only thing that I needed to pick me up from a terrible day, a terrible day dripped off the page like rain of an umbrella, the very moment that I saw her smile. That smile, it's a rare smile, so beautiful and yet so mysterious in a way. I was content with just seeing her smile from cheek to cheek because it meant that she's happy and I guess all I wanted was to make her happy. I remember getting to know her, the more I learnt, the more I was intrigued. Sadly humans are the one beings that aren't living in a simplistic world where dreams are made to come true. I remember dreaming of her, and me, together (not in that sense for those with a slightly dirtier mind), we were together drinking coffee, drinking liquor, playing chase on a beach, watching time pass us by in each others arms.
I remember her name, and it may seem so simple but nothing was ever simple with her. Her name was complex, her personality was complex but it's the complexity that made her stand out. I wandered off a wrong path once or twice but suffice to say I knew which way I always wanted to go, I knew where I always wanted to go and it was right to her arms. In my eyes, there is none other more beautiful, more special and made me feel alive as she did. So although I haven't met her in person, I always knew she would become amazing things, only suitable for an amazing person.

I remember many details about that time of my life, the wounds are still fresh and the memories are still haunting me but that's the good thing about it, I can still remember everything that ever made me smile.

[The girl who made a million of my dreams come true.]

He sat on his throne,
            Never had he known,
That his perfect queen,
            Was part of the scene.

Tethered trusting ties,
            Eviscerating existing lies,
King and Queen united,
            And a burning love ignited.

The King looked into her soul,
            The Queen made the King feel whole,
So as wedding bands and marches start,
            The King has given the Queen his heart.

Golden bells sung of jubilation,
            As two lovers' tales sparked revelation,
That there is always love in the air,
            And sometimes love is in the heir.

As poets we paint pictures of death and war,
We capture the essence of poverty and hunger,
We sing of the fiery hell that singes souls,

But...

We also express love and romance,
We instil the message of family unity,
We draw upon scenic routes and beautiful sights

But...

We never captured the character and nature
Of the black rose creating justice
Through unjustifiable means.
We never talked about Batman.

Her beauty shone through her sullen eyes
Her exterior formed from a thousand lies
And with each passing day she transformed.
Her reflections became horrendous
Claws, slimy decayed skin and crooked teeth,
That resembled piano keys playing Fur Elise.
She hated herself more and more each day
spoke of hate-filled words to her own reflection
despite the world's attempt at showing affection.
She hated herself with a burning hate,
echoed tales of wicked witches and evil *******
She let her hate devour her soul.

Despite an army of friends and family
Telling her she leaked of pure beauty,
She saw nothing other than her own demons.
Despite a stream of people who were willing
to kiss her and turn her into the princess she
already was, she only saw herself;
a horrendous toad.

The lies she fed herself fattened her
depression,
The lies she fed herself fattened her
self-hatred,
The lies she fed herself fattened her
insecurities
And while she remains beautiful
The lies she fed herself,
Slowly devoured her.

I asked if you loved me,
Little did my mind know,
That the answer I didn't want to see,
Is the answer you gave me , "NO"

Tomorrow is a brand new start,
To mend the pieces of myself,
To put a bandaid on my heart.
And put away memories on a shelf,

Last night I wished upon a shooting star,
And in a hazy dream, I saw everything alive,
As I sew the seams for every wish to survive.

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed",
And if 'tis a fate upon myself, I shall hope to avoid
like the eye of a hurricane in an eye of a needle.

Last night I wished upon the light of a bright star
and I stumbled onto one with brightest hue
who gave me a sense of happiness I never knew.

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed",
And if 'tis you that proposes my mind to be void,
In no longer than a heartbeat shall I bear you my mind.

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Last night I heard Einstein recite a poem, saw Edgar Allen Poe paint and danced with Vincent Vangogh in the moonlight, yet none of it was as interesting as the opportunity to meet you.

Leave me no air, nor food, nor water
Leave me only a smile
The pearly mountains of hearts desire
That never rains nor ever storms.

Leave me no lungs, nor fingers, nor legs
Leave me only my sight
So I can gaze upon your beauty
For my heart has become blind.

Leave me in chains, while rotting, and dying
But leave me with my memories
And I would gladly fall upon my knees
To meet my makers in another light.

Leave me to waste away and die
As long as you do not leave my side
And let my concluding moment
Be to gaze upon your beauty, one last time.