They want us with our heads down,
hands tied, eyes closed.
They want us right where we are now,
their boots pressed to our throats.

Give until it starts to hurt.
Give until you like it.
Give until your coffin's built
and you gladly crawl inside it.

Why love
and take a chance?
why walk
when you can dance?
why weep
when you can sing?
why winter
why not spring?
Why live
instead of die?
why smile
instead of cry?
Why angels
sing above
Why not
If not for love?

when i close my eyes,
i picture laying on your chest,
with your hands wrapped around my waist.
it smells like vanilla and cherry,
it tastes like gingerbread icing,
it feels like home.

The light tail of the tail light leaves me blue in the dark hues
… when it carries away what I belong to…
Unfolding the tar-black sky of asphalt, the longest arm of missing you…
My body is now the distance between us, big and empty,
The bigger, the emptier, thinner than air…
As time piles up, my ladders turn into pointless meters
Measuring the ratio of nothing in everything

Blades  of grass

We die

Be happy

Today

deep-set moon-crater eyes
lips as red as the dust on mars
all i asked was for a little space
but she gave me all its stars

Love is so powerful
Love is a powerful word
Such a strong little word
Meaning a closeness
A feeling of ease
A special emotion
It can not be measured
It can not be bought
It grows and matures
And can open the doors!
To everyone’s heart! 💓

They say the ‘good-ol days’
But why cant I relate?

What if I don’t miss the old days?

Is it wrong to like the present,
More than the past?

Why doesn’t anyone say-
‘What a time to be alive’ anymore?

Please don’t think I’m crazy,
But I don’t miss the past.

Because right now I’m fine where I’m at.