i have often attributed my attachment to, my passionate enthusiasm for, the dangerous mysteries of the ocean to that production of most imaginative of modern poets.*
these attachments not only fiction, but also the creation of, dreams conjured up by the adoration with natural beauty.
my affiliation with the discovery and realization of, said thoughts in literature has brought the conclusion up that, if indeed such beauty does exist in other forms than on these pages and in my film casings, than it must be in the eyes of love.

chords running through the brisk air like a butterfly in the wind
with her ginger hair draped over his chest
the songs made for her to hear
written just to show a girl
with sea green eyes
that the love flowing through his veins at rapid speed wasn't just a dream
and when she wakes up the lights will pound through her brain
a recognition of the nightmare on the breath of the morning
in the winter days of tomorrow.

hey baby I know you're asleep
but I'll whisper all my secrets away
and hope you'll remember
only so you will love me more each day

goodmorning beautiful I know you're asleep
but I had a dream about our forever, last night
and when you awake I'll recap every piece
only to have your warm embrace for the rest of my mornings

can i get a little dose of teenage flame
because i keep falling into the mud
with thsee florescent lights blinding my sences
and i cant help but wonder
am I even worth it to him?

this life can drag you in
and your endorphins may race
but its a teenage flame i'm searching for
after the school bell rings

harsh, blind
-boy do i wish i was-
a blackness shielding me from the face
so daunting, and to show up in every
single daydream

almost as if I'm falling
or are these memories clouding my mind?

gentle, kind
as your hands search me
will you defend me from my demons tonight?

-of course you will-

dont mind me, i'm just wondering
dont leave me, i'm just lost
dont forget me, i'm worth remembering

this record of love lost is forever playing,
a tune worth forgetting
which key keeps repeating,
a sorrowful screaming