We try hard to make out the shapes
We've done the impossible
I all i want to do is to find a line
Giving a sign for life
Perishing the religion based lives
They find the truth and pay a fine
People won't be fine
Talking takes time
We try hard to make out the shapes
We've done the possible
Changing our lives
Seeing a lonely side
Its hard to define such character
Finding the time
To find out about the Virgo supercluster
Some either live for this
It consists of constant agonizing
Passing away and away
Not knowing
Because we try hard to make out the shapes
We've done the impossible
But we still translate
Giving a sign for life
Another life
Decoding the rising
Perishing the religion based lives
Traumatizing everyday
That passes by
Cries over cries
Lies under lies
They find the truth and pay a fine

I wrote them, he did not write back,
The walls of the buildings bore his name
and the jammed rhymes swam
at the tip of his pen,
they did not recall his youth
neither did I.

I sat back on the arms of my pillow,
he has become the city, the
restless street and restoring noise
I ran away from. The first grade corner
and kneeling nostalgia rushed
the doorway, vanished.

He absorbed the flames, lifted
the loops around my legs and my
mix matched shoes. The choosy
memory ripped off my rib cage
and filled it with
deep-deep golden moments.

When did he defictionalize my
September?
I never felt his hands or the mind
or his vertebrated little words but
The city, its lights and the marks
and traces
stagnated my baked brain.

Today I feel uninvited,
I miss the way I mused over his
******* youth, the music of
his wine soaked eyes and
the flawless silence he embraced.
Like always
He has become another cotton seed
Lost after my September.

Time is full of ethereal riches
And I, the thief
Eternally whisper my stolen minutes
So time passes me by

And when I saw the light, shining so bright…
More and more of it each day and at night,
I watched as it grew, and I knew only
Growth could go on forever and always…
Never looking back at the daunting mist,
At eye-level with stench, my nose could not
Smell like my eyes could see; I knew what
I needed to be, but what wonders could
Push and scream, when things are not what they seem,
To bring a reality from our dreams…

"Leigh... Do you realize how serious this is?"*
So serious that I can't even tell my boyfriend?
"This isn't something you just tell someone."
Yeah, I realize that, Mr. C.
"I'm sorry, I just... I'm surprised."
So was I.
"She doesn't... seem like the type to..."
Uh huh. I didn't think so either.
"Are you sure? I mean... Sure sure?"
Absolutely.
"And you're just going to let this go?"
Absolutely.
"I admire that. It's an odd type of strength."
I don't need it.
"No, maybe not. But I admire it nonetheless."
Thanks.
"So... We're leaving this in this room?"
Uh... That was the plan.
"Alright, I understand."
Do you?
**"Unfortunatley."

Fresher than the sky after a rainy day, us was found strongly subdued in intrigue and properly shawled in ****.
Higher than hippies can ever attain yet the ocean envies our deepness, back breaking as if our love were a tile floor that doubled as a bed at night, yet we are still comfortable. Still striving for the placement next to the historics and enjoying the wait, the ascent toward remembrance and the ascent from stupidity as we learn each other like Spanish class.
Let me know you, let me feel your energy. Why? Well, why not? I'm an alienated settler, so I suppose I need closeness? Or better yet,
I need you.
Why are you looking around? Move the stranger in front of you so that you can see my finger pointing at you. Yes, you, I need you. I'm interested, curvy swaying hips that deserve my caress, **** luscious lips that deserve my attention, she's a love-starved apparition that's deserving of the meal that I feel I can provide.
We are instruments, feel the beat of my drum, ba-da-da-dum-di-dum-di-dum, the sound my heart makes when you talk to me. The sound I hear when I know I'm ****** to make a fool or myself in front of you. My love, we are satire beings, embodying principles that we formed in a sheepish state when our fantasies were formed and our dreamy hopes became lost wishes.
I thought I knew love, but I didn’t know you, so what I knew was the fact that truth and lie could be twins at times. Right and wrong could be cousins.