Sporadic. This girl
tells me she's going to live til she's
a hundred and thirty-three.
"I'm going to see history unfold
before my very eyes until
it's flat and spread enough,
it can't hold any more secrets."
Sporadic. This girl
tells me she'll find out history's secrets,
like they were more comparable
to her misplaced magic markers
than to the equality we so craved.
And the funny thing is that
she actually, truly, honestly believes that she can—
The other funny thing is that
I think I'm starting to believe her
and now, I've decided I'm telling her—
and she's walking towards me,
bright eyes and smiling lips
replaced by bitter lines and hues.
She's walking towards me—Sporadic.
This girl tells me that she's sorry
because she just got a call from her doctor—
Sporadic. This girl tells me
that she won't live past twenty-three.

You're gritting planets between your teeth,
crushing stars beneath your feet,
stripping galaxies of light,
you blackhole goddess you.
Have you ever heard a human's beating heart?
How do you see art?
How do you see the little mediocre things
us mortals have crafted for you?
Oh, kiss the Earth--the tiny Earth--
the speck with which you've moulded
every bead of your eternal necklace!
Kiss my life, kiss my being,
kiss me 'til I bleed enough
to write morality in songs!

You are not an old man searching for meaning beyond the horizon he has been given
Life is not and will never be generous and while I know that you are grateful
for little things like feeling your dog breathing, living her innocent little life
like a sigh or a scoff or a tiny half-bark "mommy, I need you to pet me right now"

How are you and your invented disease?
I hope they love you now

break the habits that are all too familiar

When you take me out,
Intentionally take the route of a heavily packed road
or or you could bring me to your special place.

Let's talk about all sorts of things-
From physics to metaphysics;
From our dreams to our favorite scents.
Let me invade your mind and just chill for the night.

Let the world move and we'll take a pause.
Let the people be in chaos and let's watch the world burn.
Let's just take a sip of a perfect night- invading each other's minds.
I know a night is not enough.
We need a life time of it.

I'm hanging on a piece of thread as I
Carefully unravel my heart and myself.

Don't catch me just yet;
You're not ready.
Don't wait for me to fall;
I will. In the right time, you'll catch me.

I'm finally free.

She by the river sat, and sitting there,
She wept, and made it deeper by a tear.