Wake up already.
I've been staring at the scratch on your neck since half past three.
You look strangely similar
To the sidewalk I've walked a million times before
But you're not cracked
Or rotted like my eye sockets.
If everybody knew why windshield wipers
Hide what keeps us writing love letters to boys we'll never meet,
Even weeds would look good in a garden.
The cold rusted my knee caps
And staining the carpet red
But it was worth it to hold your hand,
for a minute and 37 seconds.
There's a vase of flowers by the door
From a lover who didn't make the cut.
A cut on your shoulder
Leaves the fire burning blue.
Paper clips lined the ceiling
Of the California oak
By the edge of his bed.
Do it for yourself,
I swear to the moon I'll be grateful
No matter how long the line to heaven
Wraps around my wrists.
Under the sand trapped in your toes
I learned to choke on something other then the water
Bubbling my lungs to cobalt.
I'll flick every switch and touch you forever
If you teach me to love you back.
And if the desert could yell
As loud as my eyes
*You'd feel it too.

Bound by something special,
perhaps spiritual?
like pieces
Of some fragmented soul
that are drawn to one another.
Things seem to have fallen into place
For this ancient being.
together we synthesize thoughts,
I once thought only I could constitute.
Energies that bounce off one another
leading down multitudinous passages
helping to emphasize my Existentialism
As one we create the most primordial bond.
with the third part of this fragmented soul
we shall call for Lunar Diplomacy's
and shake the very fabrics of the universe.
Because who's to stop us?
free from all judgement's in each-others presence
anything is possible.

Dear Children of overwhelming love:

Breathers of Breaths

Thinkers of Thoughts

Dreamers of Dreams



You're on the edge about to fall

It's a selfish place we call home

No one cares to see your tears

In your pain, you walk alone



Heavily laden with dreadful burdens

Will there ever be respite?

Or someone to carry your yoke

Impossible in the darkest of nights


Pull your hair to feel fresh pain

Go to sleep and never awake

If only your mind knew these thoughts

Put a precious life at stake


You run, you run though your body aches

No escape though you scream

In your mind; the only possible end

Or so it would seem...


Your broken hearts break hearts

Surely you know this to be true

Don't become just a number

When there are great plans and dreams for you



They may be clouded, they may be lost

But if you search you will find

Strongest of fighters, Pioneers

Most beautiful soul and mind



So children of overwhelming love please:



Love to Breathe

Love to Think

Love to Dream

And Love to Live

I'm sorry
If it seems like I don't care anymore.
I've stopped asking,
"How do you do?"
I've stopped telling you,
"You can be happy, why feel blue?"
Because I've learnt my lesson
It's best to be silenced.

I'll just stay here
Silently
Reading books
About the mind and the soul.

Though I've stopped
I want you to know
Deep
In there
I care a lot
I still do.
So much about
You
And you
And all of you.

Saving a life shaken by a radiant reality
Sweet forbidden fruit
Making silence feel mute
Shh I won't say a thing
Sugar and spice but I laughed cuz it ain't nice
Capitalize to bigger estate
Moving but its redundant weight
Maybe I'll jus wait till my $1 candy arrives
Hopefully I find some bodies alive...
To be continued...

Simply stunning
You were,
A glint of sun
Radiant ray,
From your
Sapphire smile
And diamond eyes
I was blinded
Blind sided,
As a  fiery ball
Just beneath the visor
A lingering sunset
The shape of you,
That pierced
My windshield
As I sped down
Not taking my eyes off
The view,
And would I crash
Still entranced
By your intense
Focused tractor beam,
Interrupted only
By the words
That I couldn't hear
And all I could do
Was nod and smile
And nurse
My wounds,
Soon to be
Further scarred
By the likes of you...

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