The midnight sky is just another
         Curtain covering the window;
Hiding whatever is behind it.
        My fear of the dark is killing me,
                  Claustrophobia slowly eating my soul
        Out of the scarce source of light.

           I’m       
              F
                      A
                                   L
                                            L
                 ­                                   I
                            ­                                N
                               ­                                      G

                                                      Into the sand pit of voices,
                                                               Telling me the earth is round,
                                                      But all I see is a square.
                                                               All of six different faces that
                                                                        Can’t look at each other because
                                                               They are all stuck on edge, sleeping.

                                    I stand in front of those curtains,
                                    The adrenaline to scream the earth awake
                                    Is rushing through my blood stream.
                                    A grip onto the cloth of
                                    The elements of the universe
                                    Tearing it piece by piece.

                                                               Wake up, Earth.
                                                               There’s another world
                                                               Outside that window.

I am a speck in the ocean
And there is a wave of happiness crashing over me again and again and again
Sweep me away to the middle of the sea
I wanna get lost in this beautiful, beautiful, beautiful life

For there is far too much beauty in this world
And far too few words
To ever fully grasp
Just how wonderful this life can be

Sweep me away to the middle of the sea
I don't ever want to go back to shore

a small girl sits alone in a crowded room.
she watches groups of people have fun
and laugh
and forget about her.
she replays the thought that has haunted her for a while.
**** yourself, you're rather worthless.
she feels worthless.
she has a list of people she could talk to, but none of them are helping her.
she doesn't wanna ask for help, that makes her feel small and needy.
so she waits.
the girl is so busy looking for suicide that she never looks at the people who want to help her.
if she truly looked around, she'd see that suicide would not just hurt her.
but she's too busy looking for suicide to look for reasons to live.

It doesn't seem so far
When I hear your voice
You know that I'd be there
If I had a choice

But when I'm in my bed
Where it's dark and cold
I've never felt so lonely
I need someone to hold

The distance is so far
Though I wish upon a star
You and I remain
So far apart

You know that I'll come home
To hold you close and tight
You know I wished upon a star
A star that burned so bright

We're miles and hours away
And there's an ocean in between
But I love you so much
The distance isn't what it seems

The distance isn't far
Though I wished upon a star
You and I are still
So far apart

But I'll come back to you
No matter what it takes
I'll make it back to you
If I have to walk all the way

Pale
denim
overalls
cover the bear
waiting for Sarah
to return from an MRI;
polished shoes and white coat speak
to the four-year-old's mother. Child
embraced, parted lips radiate smiles.
In Teddy's ear she whispers, "It's all gone."

You asked me what I want
But how do you mean?

Like a wish?
Because it's always been a dream of mine
to fly with my own wings
or to control time
so that maybe I'd get enough sleep
and I could draw out the memorable moments until I'm sick of them
and then
maybe
sometimes when I need a break I could just stop everything
and focus on the serene silence of a world frozen in place

But does this wish have to obey the rules of this reality?
because if that were the case
then I could wish for the attention of that one boy
the one with the electricity in his fingertips
and that might temporarily please me

Or I could wish myself convenience
I could wish that my hoodie strings never crept uneven
I could wish that my nails stayed short and neat
so I didn't have to cut them
I could even wish that I knew everything there was to know

Or I could wish for something to better the world
I could wish that natural disasters were a myth
I could wish that 'pretty' didn't mean anything more than the empty breath of air and intangible vibrations that it actually is
That it didn't have any more impact than 6 letters of graphite should

Or I could wish for something to better myself
I could wish for better handwriting
so maybe I can convince myself that my words are worth the paper they stain
Or I could wish for endurance
Or effortless conversation skills
Or pristine work ethic-
something I can use to my advantage in the future to ensure success.

Or I could just wish for success.
I could wish for the job of my dreams
endless money
the perfect family
but where's the fun in that?

I could even use my wish to help someone else
cure someone of their terminal cancer
Hell-
I could wish up a cure for cancer!

I could wish that mosquitoes didn't exist
or that I had a photographic memory
or that I lived somewhere I could wear flip flops in January
or that I would never age, never feel pain
I could wish for an A on my next science test
or that poverty inversely reflect humanity

But you know what I think?
I think it's human nature to feel discontent
and I think
that's vital
to the evolution of the human race

I think that we need it
to continue
to grow
and better ourselves

So what do I want?
What's my one wish?

I wish that I could believe in the magic of the stars peeking through tonight's sky