these bones of mine
have been
feeling hollow.

like just mere weight
than guardian
of soul.

maybe,
my depression..
has eaten them too.

They say there is
no place like home.

But I’d rather be anywhere
than my own mind.

It’s very crowded in here.

when even the stars
get tired of shining
and the wind
can't keep on moving,
when our models
and oceans begin to
be on the same diet,
and mother nature puts us
up for adoption,
when Earth itself..
becomes a mere place
and no longer a home..
that is when I will go.
when there is nothing beautiful left in this disgusting world,
I will go. . .

~ the girl who wishes for a better home

i just realized the lack of sanity of our situation
crazy
how you've seen me naked
stretch marks and all
but i don't know your favourite song
and you don't know mine

I know they say
I should remember you happy .

The thing is,
All
I’m trying to do
is remember you at all .

somedays
my existence makes sense

somedays
all I want is to exist forever

and somedays
I can't help but wish to never have existed at all .

there’s no distractions any more
the books can only hold me for so long and
it's only me
in this house
that is not home and
my thoughts are all i am left with
my thoughts are all i am left with
my thoughts are all i am left with

I have
Forsaken
The temporary
Death
My body yearns for,
While the Sun
Cheats on the sky
With the other half of
My Earth.

The Moon,
Has a coaxing face.
I don’t know why,
No one
Has not yet wrecked the Universe
And turned over ever Star
In search to find the perfect metaphors
To write a poem about it.

~ the girl forsaking temporary death .

funny, almost
how everyone but you
sees how miserable you make me

although your skin is sweet i won’t call you chocolate
and even though the bible says you were made from the dirt i cannot believe that
your body is Jupiter, is Saturn.
your skin made in the image of a sunset
your fingers more gentle then dying yellow leaves falling to their final resting place
your hair trying to compete  with the night in its depth and yet, somehow a color so beautiful
i don’t think there’s a name for it yet
your voice a song
a french song
an old song
a love song a
old french love song
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust
who’s lips are my addiction
arms my protection
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust
i haven’t yet found
the right metaphors to describe your beauty
but ****
when the gods made you
i know the universe had to be their muse
dear boy who’s eyes are made of stardust i know there’s not a lot of poems out there for people who look like you but let this be the first
let this one be yours

i suppose its not much of a secret anymore,
that im in love with you.

so let me tell the whole world
let me tell them
i would steal the stars
and wreck the universe
just
to see you smile .

let me tell them
that my heart is yours
and if you asked
i'd give you my soul too.

stop ******
you know what your doing
when you call me late at night
and talk me to sleep
when you smile and make me laugh and
show me that ****** face
stop it
you know what your doing
and i don’t want to give in
i don’t want to fall for you
God, i don’t want to fall for you
please
don’t make me fall for you.

falling in love with a fictional character
is the most honest love there is .
you don't fall in love with faces,
or a body or what they possess.

you fall in love with a heart,
you fall in love
with a soul .

its strange,
that only by the tears of the sky
that the Earth is satisfied .

you are the guy
every girl crushes over
with a smile that challenges even the sea with it's depth
melanin so sweet i could call you chocolate.
with each growing day i have this overwhleming thirst to wrap my arms around your torso,
my favourite part of the morning is hearing you laugh
you have brought forth the child in me
the worst part is
i think you feel this too
tell me,
do you feel this to?