Her sun sets on everything undeniable.

I want to make you smile.

I want to make you cringe.

I want to portray the most harrowing thing and turn it into something worth admiring.

Maybe a drop of ink and a flick of the pen will make you dance; make you sing. Sing with a voice that you have never heard before. A voice you have always found adverse and undesirable; but a voice that I have always heard that is beautiful and charming.

I don’t want to write you words.

I want to make meaning of every sound that my voice makes, influencing the certain symbols I put down on this sliver sheet of semblance.

She’s beautiful,
In all of her flaws.

Her crooked smile,
Welcoming.

Her crooked mind,
Captivating.

Her crooked love,
Alluring.

This is how we know we are alive.
The weighty wind whipping at my weary face,
Begging me.
Whistling me a chorus to dance to.
“I will be your remedy.”

A city of sunflowers,
Endlessly oscillating,
Waving at me.
Their happiness, imminent and palpable.
This is how we know we are alive.

A blanket of rain,
Calm and alleviating.
With no canopy to harbor under;
As each droplet secures my face,
This is how we know we are alive.

And there she is.
Her beautiful voice, like the wind.
Her delicate smile, happy like the flowers.
Her touch; reminiscent of the rain.
This is how I know I am alive.

I wish I had a girl.
Someone I could hold on to.
And trust. Someone who wouldn’t pull away.
Someone who might hold on to my hand tighter, right after I grab hers.
Someone who would stay up with me all night, just talking.
Talking about music, movies, or even just about what’s on our minds at the moment.
Someone I could send a “good morning” text to, every single morning.
A girl who has a passion for something.
Maybe even more than I do.
Someone who would laugh with me.
Someone who would let me make them smile.
Someone who would let me come over to cheer them up whenever they needed it.
Someone who knows they can rest their head on my shoulder.
Someone who’s irresponsible.
But smart.
A girl who has beauty surrounding her.
In everything she does.

Someone I could give the world to.
And someone who would let me show them off to the world.

I
Like lightning

It strikes me
Beautiful
And a sizable
Occurrence

The current
Courses through

I like lightning
It tears me through

Inches away, I see the texture of her fine skin. But the way of the whistling window, shall I close it? The wind is heavy but it’s the only thing keeping the room from the simple silence. I decide to close it anyway. With our certain thoughts and keen presentations, the room is far from reserved. What do I do? My hands are shaking and my mind, trembling. My heart seems to be flowing through my body and laid out uneven for her to tamper with.

Few words are then said.

Ecstasy fills up the room and permeates through the open door and the closed window.

Trapped
In his own corrupt self-deprecation.
“Where am I now?
Where have I gone to?
This is not foreign.”

His face,
Beaten.
His clothes,
Tattered.
Desolate in four dimensions.

Not abandoned,
For he has the company of a thousand thoughts teetering on transmission.

And so,
Just like all of the numbers to the combination locks that I’ve had,
And all of the passwords to the social networking websites I’ve been a member of,
And all of the grocery lists I’ve checked through,
And now just like you,
Everything that we don’t need anymore,
We will eventually forget.

I want to steal the lightning from your eyes
And the thunder from your heart.

If I could go back to the beyond
I would take you with me
Aboard dashing comets
And we’d radiate with the neighboring stars.

If I could go back to the heavens
I would take you with me
Humming hallowed melodies
Illuminating with vibrant hues.

If I could assemble our Elysian Fields
Would you stay there with me?

The crowds I see every day
On meager legs, they crawl
Like convincing creatures.
I tend to criticize
And covet
Their crisis.

I can’t see the sky falling down on me.

I can hear the angels crying.
Tears crashing like colossal rain drops on reminiscent individuals and broken buildings.
Spilling through open airways and clogged avenues.
Oceans now over obstructions.

I can feel the sun bursting.
Radiation detonating like a thousand bombs through blue television screens and ragdolls.
Emanating above sensible cells and raw forests.
Deserts now in a splendor of abundance.

But no,
The sky is not falling down on me.