I whispered
I love you
Hundreds of times;
I screamed it
To the sky
Thousands of times;
And I told you
One million times;
It will always remain true.
I stand within the tears
That pour from the sky,
And kiss the floor
Hundreds
Thousands
Millions
Of raindrops
Falling from the sky,
Falling from my eyes;
Tell me that the long nights
The long
Long
Long
Nights
Were completely worth it all.
Hundreds of meaningful nights.
I've come to realize
That I cannot live without you.
I cannot live without your essence
As you call my name thousands of times.
I've come to love the downpour of your tears
And the wrinkles as you smile.
Tell me that you'll never leave,
Tell me you are here.
Tell me one million times.
I love you
One hundreds different ways
As thousands of symphonies play
Counting across millions of stars.
So please tell me,
Darling,
That you love me;
Because I love you endlessly.

Suddenly years have gone by,
Silent
Silent
Silent
Years.
Silent,
Yet so many thoughts.
So many thoughts
That I could never fathom.
I cannot control myself
I cannot contain my feelings.
Bottled up,
Hundreds
Thousands
Millions;
Millions of unsaid words
Thousands of untouchable,
Unreachable feelings.
And hundreds of distant friends.
My thoughts are scattered
Spread across many grey clouds
Soaring thousands of miles above my reach.
When will the rain fall
Making hundreds
Thousands
Millions
Of tiny puddles?
Stepped on puddles,
Unwanted puddles.
The cycle must begin again
And again,
As the grey clouds collapse.
We gain more puddles
More thoughts
More feelings.
Hundreds
Thousands
And millions of people
Trapped within the cycle of life.
I look for places
And things
And a life
That I've never even seen
Or heard of;
I am always searching.
So many people
Walk away.
Out of my sight,
Out of my life.
You are gone,
You are so distant
Hundreds
Thousands
Millions
Of miles away.
You are within the clouds,
Swimming within my thoughts
Within my each and every emotion
Yet
You are far above my reach.
And still,
Many years have gone by.
Silent
Silent
Silent
Years fly by.

He said.
She said.
He said that she said.
We said, "he said she said".
If we said "he said she said",
then is it we say what they say to have said.

have you ever thought
why does the wind howl like wolves-
they have both lost their sanity
why does the sun shine like your eyes-
i'm beginning to think you are the sun itself
why does love feel like dying-
a slow, pleasurable death
and why
why do these words fly from my fingertips
i am not apt
i am not an exclusive fool whose life
can only be defined as study, breathe, listen
i am no poetic monstrosity
i am no ocean dwelling mirage
i am a fickle existence-
one of billions
and my thoughts on the wind
and the sun
and love
they are not new
they are recycled, unneeded
elusive-
at least i tell myself that as i cry to the moon
and see your eyes in the sun
and feel the stabs of love
attack me from all sides
i hear the whispers in my mind
'this is alright'
and i feel
godly
in my own sufferings.

Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss
her beautiful and let her
nestle in your arms

Bring your bristly mouth
to ours, and give us the stars
we've been waiting for.

Sing. Take the guitar
and strum the strings but careful;
we might fall in love.



You deserve credit
for your courage and backbone.
Boy, you are so strong

You don't always have
to be tough, and hold it in,
be the strong silent type

It's okay. Let go.
Yes, being a man is hard
but you can let go.



Boy, please know your virtue.
You bring food to our famine.
The hunger, the thirst.

Who wouldn't want you?
Whose wicked appetite
couldn't you answer?



If you're wondering,
well, boy, the answer is yes.
She still loves you.

There were signs, signals
but you just couldn't read them.
She still loves you.

Why must you always
complicate love? Just take it.
Just take it and smile.



Boy, are you aware
of how destructive you are?
We could die for you.

Should we blame her?
Blame Aphrodite for this,
this pain and longing?



Boy, you're beautiful.
Limbs and muscle and talent;
we will never understand.

You are not flesh, blood.
You are made of energy,
and you can bring light.

You can give so much.
A feeling, a beginning,
a home, an escape.

You give nirvana,
with a love so tremulous
and complicated.



Boy, you're everything.
The might-have-beens, the maybes,
and the what-could-bes.

You are our focus,
our soothing sense of being,
simple, instinctual.

Boy, you are so much.
Millions of poems have been
written just for you.

We want to know you
collect little pieces of you
and memorize you.