There are times when I feel that being tired but unable to sleep is nearly as bad as being hungry with nothing to eat
Although, when you're stomach aches,
you can always take a nap to make it feel better...

And right now, I’m not sure what is making my stomach feel so hollow, perhaps it's the butteries that are dancing around in it
But what used to be butterflies are now moths laying eggs of worry and decay in the happy feelings my heart once held.
Somewhere along the line i must have slipped up, i must have made you angry one way or another I just know.

And it's these thoughts that plague me, like the accursed ticking of the grandfather clock that stands in the black room of the Mask of the Red Death, Letting me know that soon my time will be up.
I try not to let my worries way me down like cement blocks tied to my feet as members of my own subconscious mind throw me over the bridge of hope, and i sink into the sea of uncertainties.

I keep reminding myself that there are reasons why your eyes light up when you see me, things that make that smile of yours takes my breath away, and so amazingly infectious that i can't help but grin despite the way my stomach has turned itself into knots.

Seriously my organs must be playing twister in there or something because before i met you they didn't look like a pretzel...and least i don't think they did.

and after all this time you must have noticed how one glance of yours makes my heart race, pounding against my chest like the way prisoners bang steel doors .  

Your touch instills in me endless delight and I know that when I gaze at you my eyes they light up, and my smile must rival your own.

Can we truly go on like this forever? I don't see why not, except for maybe how my stomach is still in those knots, i wonder if they'll ever go away? I wonder...should i not want them to stay?

And what of yourself? Does my smile bring warmth to your soul as you watch me look up at the sky waiting for the lightning to strike and the rain to fall?
You laugh as i squeal with joy as the thunder claps
Time stands still for a moment and I sigh,

Is it enough for you? To watch me bubble with glee
As the sky cries tears of acid rain and lightning bolts crash down from the sky with a booming fury...that used to scare me to death.
Do your eyes linger on my figure as we part? Do you turn back with hopes of catching one last glimpse of me before I disappear from sight?

If not, i suppose that's fine,
Because this moment is all that matters,
when my stomach is neither clouded with butterflies.
nor tightened with worry,
and I can't seem to recall what day it is.

In this moment, all I need
Is just you, me, and that rain.

The sky’s nose is pressed to the window of a loner’s heart
Knowing something dances in the bottom
And it stands in front of him

Nothing in life shows what a loner really feels
More than that fountain of ink
Whispering from her pen

Still the sky wonders if there is anything really there
Or if a loner’s heart is merely full
Of emptiness dancing bare

You can see the sky’s ear pressed ever so closely  
Against the window of a loner’s heart
Listening to the pulsing beat

Knowing something wondrous dances in the bottom
It is timeless yet, still he wonders
If it only dances in the ink

If you should sail for Trebizond, or die,
Or cry another name in your first sleep,
Or see me board a train, and fail to sigh,
Appropriately, I'd clutch my breast and weep.
And you, if I should wander through the door,
Or sin, or seek a nunnery, or save
My lips and give my cheek, would tread the floor
And aptly mention poison and the grave.

Therefore the mooning world is gratified,
Quoting how prettily we sigh and swear;
And you and I, correctly side by side,
Shall live as lovers when our bones are bare
And though we lie forever enemies,
Shall rank with Abelard and Heloise.

We walk the smoke-thick winter street of sweet 'n' sour aromas
amongst a throng of oriental shaded faces (such gentle souls)
who crowd  little pushcarts selling scallion pancakes.
Overhead, red talismanic paper lanterns bob, enticing us
to the tap of percussive chopsticks.

We sit in awe; snack on duck-tongue; roast pigs hang
glistening; fat-fresh, ready to fry.
Waiters wheel trolleys piled high with steaming shrimp noodles
past tables of golden oranges and watermelon seeds.
Our Chinese chef prepares shredded pork in garlic sauce.

He smiles and says:
"More guests means more happiness."

I see a falling feather
And were it not for this weather
I could keep its beauty in my eye

Its thrown back and forth
Pulled south and north,
Its dancing in the sky

It dances with grace
Its light lights my face
Oh how I wish I could fly

But I cannot
My arms are all I’ve got
And now I must say goodbye

my home is where my heart is,
it follows me where I go.
my heart's still beating in my chest,
so my body it must follow.

I gave my home legs
to walk around with ease.
I gave my home wings
to join me where I please.

I gave my home freedom,
my home gives me hope.
it is there when I'm proud,
when I'm humbled, when I mope.

my home is always with me
since I stopped giving my heart away.
it sure is growing cold,
but I'm starting to like it that way.

Euphoria is a drug we know well
A short lasting high
But the greatest of them all
A quick fix here and there
Will never suffice
Nor will the whole supply
But it gets us through the day

Euphoria in our veins
Heated from the inside
Weak and stronger than ever
Grips tighten as souls enlighten
For the fifth or sixth time
Or some other number
We've lost count
We can't count
What are numbers?
Mathematics are of no concern
To a couple addicts

My euphoria
Stay with me
Bring me home
Sail me away
Euphoria

Fog in my head
Swimming like clouds
Nothing is wrong
When we're this high

So stay close
For a little while longer
Sweet euphoria

You'll ruin us all

You found me in April when the grey was in the skies
So blessed to find there was another Angel flying by
Words of comfort words of light they cross the heaving seas
they help me heal and strengthen grow new shoots upon my tree

You put a smile upon my face although we can be sad
but sometimes tears are what we need not all our grief is bad
We talk and dream across the miles you help to keep me sane
I hope we talk soon in a while and I'll smile once again

Remember these smiles?
Those happier days when we could
Innocently think that these days
Were the best of our lives?
Nothing could happen to us
We were the strongest
Our fathers knew nothing of our struggle
Our mothers sang nothing of our trials
Nothing could touch us
We were flawless
Then we dropped from heaven
Ground into the dirt and blood
Salty tears and cries for our mothers
To clean up our messes and tend to
Our rugburns and scratches
No kiss could fix
And that scared the hell out of us
We saw what the real world was like
Our parents tried to shelter us from
The empty Starbucks coffee cups and reality television shows
And what we saw brought tears to our eyes
And a song to our lips
We want so much more
We need so much more