I’m ashamed to say I’ve become a bit of a thief;
A pickpocket of sorts.

It started out small.
A few roses from our neighbors’ garden, every now and then.
I knew it was wrong to take something that wasn’t mine,
But I fell in love with the way your eyes lit up
when I held out those little bits of stolen life, stolen joy.

It soon escalated after that.
I saw the way you gazed lovingly up at the moon,
and I became determined to make it yours.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried,
The moon remained unattainable.
(There is only one, after all.)
I figured I’d aim for the next best thing, so
I hope you like the stars I stole for you.

You told me,
with your amber
lips and breathy
words that speak like
resin falling from a
tree, honey in
the mouth
of a
   bee-

with your tongue
afraid to
break the seal that
you've made to
cradle and nurse
your thoughts, your
language

You told me,
lying on my bed,
your head on my shoulder,
up too late for an
alarm-clock morning, your
eyes closed.

You told me that
all you want is to be
full of passion
and to know how to talk about
Fine Art with
me.

I want to take you
with me,
but I know
you don't
belong there

when your hands
are speaking out
their silent words
of dreaming a-
bout
stages where
the burning
lights are
melting
fear
away

it's
calling you

like no one else exists
because
your hands
nothing else exists
and
so
I can't
take you with me

while the music's
taking you

Heaven sent
Tamed by Earth
So many things
She hasn’t learnt
Her angel thoughts
Hidden by disguise
Her angel wings
Hidden from his eyes
Her halo has slipped
Trying to live the dream
But all is reality
Or so it seems
It appears there is a reason
To hold on, to pray
That even knowing now
There won’t be another day
He knows that Heaven sends
And Heaven takes
He’ll hold onto all
Until his grip breaks
It’s too late for him now
What is there is not sane
A shell of a man
Nothing left to remain
He understands she’s not real
But he’s ready to take a bow
As he touches his lips to hers
His thoughts are
**** me now
He’s tasted heaven
And his heart sings
He’d rather be buried by earth
Than let his angel loose her wings

01/08/2010

I want you to want me
I understand if you don't,
For I am broken.
I'm not saying I'm out of the ordinary
Secretly everyone wants that, no
I am broken, so
Quickly return me
Whilst the receipt is still valid
Not that I
Will ever foolishly be sold,
For I am broken.

My grandfather taught me things.
Things I didn't have to learn because I saw someone hooked up to a hospital machine,
But the tiny things that mattered,
Like how you should never play with you fork,
Because you could poke your eye out,
And while we're on the manner of table manners,
His constant hand grabs,
Moving plates and glasses,
Farther and farther in,
For a fear they may fall,
I was so curious of why even now when I'm not as small.
For now I wonder,
Is it so you don't fall,
So you feel safer,
Is this why u always push re plates in,
Have your little problems with everything,
And not afraid to share them with the world,
And try to push them to be perfect,
When you haven't figured out no one is,
I know that you see things in me,
No one else does that I don't even see,
All the potential and this future you constantly go on and on about,
And I think to my self what future,
But you don't give an inch,
And tell me I'm worth something,
That means something to me,
They say you don't chose your family
But I would of chose you still,
Your still going to be old and stubborn,
Like the old folks are,
But your unique in your pushy way,
That wouldn't of honestly made me care about you as much,
If you weren't the way you were,
I love you times every plate you pushed in at dinner,
To ever time you told me to stop playing with my fork when I was eating,
And nothing will change that,
Like nothing should ever change you,
And like you've taught me,
Don't change for anyone but you,
And to push myself to go the distance,