I'm seeing stars
seeing stars
paisley patterned
sparkling stars
quasi quilted
layered quarks
seeing stars
I'm seeing stars
sparkly
sugar-coated stars
sprinkled Spangled
pavement frost
seeing stars
I'm seeing stars
walking to the
doggie park
stepping along
the shiny
shimmering
glittery stars
I'm seeing'em
seeing stars
shining
shimmering
glittery stars

the way you rub the sleep from your eyes in the morning
may be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
before the day wears down your body
and creates a shadowy outline below your eyelashes
In that split second I can lose myself in you

I fall in love with the transparency of the moment
Such a simple action, yet so honest
and then you open your eyes

This past week, I had the time to find myself,
to love the real me (once again)
I am back in town, and as soon as I see you
I lose sight of the real me.
You are not good for me,
and I think that somewhere deeply we both know it
but, we have to see each other
we need each other
even when it is in a empty room
with  the sound of a TV in the background
I have miss you.
ohh so much.
very very much.
im not perfect.
you are not.
but you are to me.
sight...

one morning i woke up and i checked my mail
there was a poem there from hello poetry
Klutz by Jason Cirkovic
I read it
and every word fit perfectly in its place
the feelings were scattered all over the screen
and even with my hatred to open the browser on mobile
i clicked on your name
i read as many of your poems as i could
i liked them i commented on them i reposted them
u could have thought me to be a creep
but that's okay i was always called a creep
i know i am a very bad poet
and i totally **** at this
but still i know that when something touches your heart
its something that should be highly appreciated
so i would wish this Christmas to santa
so make me a poet like you
so i could also scatter my feelings all over the screen

Everything I do
Is a scream for attention,
A call for validation,
A plea for someone to notice

I don't want to be told 'shoo'
Please just listen
Tell me I'm not invisible
Tell me I've done well

That's all I need- for you
To care and to say
That I matter, to give
Me congratulations

So I'm selfish- yeah, what's new?

Does your head feel it physically.. the lack of breathing from thoughts that rise and fall over the ***? Do your hands feel unused, marks from the pencil that you used in school? Does your heart never get visitors, because the people that have tried have died from the change in weather.

The illness started from your head, to your toes.
You are now dead, and we are foes.