The first day of the week and it reeks of starting over again.

Two days down & three more to go before we reach the weeks long awaited end

****, finally in the middle of the Rising Turtle's back

Forth day, feeling accomplished - only one more moon until the lust is what we lack.

On the final of the days - a new sun means great new things

Hence Saturday is the day we wake to yawn & stretch our wings.

We've partied through the only day we have to catch our breath,

So Sunday is the day of the week that simply reeks of rest.

it's time to let the threads unravel
and travel away at light speed.
carry me through the universe
attached by simple string.
like a puppet hung from stars
to dance throughout the galaxy.

noxiously I linger longer
than the expectancy of life.
to devour every black hole
and every speck of light.

it's time to break down gravity
& let weightlesness take effect
to suffocate all that's living
leaving the simple heartbeat a wreck.
like the expansion of brain matter
an idea is all that's left.

noxiously I linger longer
than the expectancy of life.
to devour every black hole
and every speck of light.

How could i find all the right words

to describe the feelings I'm now finding true

to tell her how I love her

and how her beauty always shines through -

my light and darkest moments

and how only she can make me smile

to lighten up the depths of deep emotion

and keep my heart beating steady all the while

I'd tell all about the everythings

if only I could put it into phrases

I'd let all of me flow from a pen

and bleed my heart out on the pages.