I'm too much and not enough,
I'm nothing and I'm everything,
I sleep too little, wake too late,
And I dream too much, want too much, feel too much...
Or nothing at all.
I talk too much and I breathe too fast,
I can't take everything in as quickly as I should,
And I get attacked so fast,
It's like a fury , fresh,  fierce.
I am scarred by the sinews that bind me
And I am scared of
Myself.

Precious time
Great ideas
I am using these

I don't want
To lose them
Make them useless

Automatically
Planning out
Creativity
Is the ground

No illusions
Can be found
No strategic
Or deep wounds

Truth is happiness
With no fear
And creations are
Its best friends

Beautiful
Nice to hear
This is how this short poem
Ends

I realized why it was
you were whispering
that I'd be okay--that night
half awake when i felt your
cold fingers like a sobering
thought on my hips,

you said maybe I just get mean...apparently
but i can only remember you in
the things you said at night
the things said in the dark

you're gonna be okay
There it was. The night I was sick.
sleeping in the crook of your shoulder
like I have for the past four months, and
i started to cry because I'd never heard
that from someone like you,
You're gonna be okay, you've been telling me.
apart from all the bitter *******
and the things we've fought endlessly
about you were still
telling me
i am gonna
be okay.

and  i woke from a dream
from something more real
nothing but the smell of your
cologne *you're breathing funny,
breathe with me brooke, in and out.


that's right. in and out.

you're gonna be okay.

I bring you trinkets in the night
Rest your desolate soul on the colors round my wings

Scream your secrets
I will stitch them in the chambers deep in me

Never to whisper your darkest hues, like rising smoke they shall filter deep through me

I will never tell your haunting tales...make them melt in my nocturnal soul

Just let me be your Luna Moth

you are not afraid of being,
of feeling, of living
what you are.
and you don't live life; she lives you.
you are color, you are joy.
you don't hide,
you are in the midst of everything,
between yellow flowers, red roses
and pink sunsets.
you are in the waves of the sea,
dancing and swimming
in waters of grace.
you are in the stars,
you are in the sun,
you are in the light.

Because we might get unbound
Of something that's stalling us both
And taste and see new shores
(you need it more tHan I do)
Because Amy might not be the soundtrack
And my good fortune's still there, untouched

I love you, but things they change
Let's not file a list of complaints
and keep going, going
Because oh baby I loved you so...
but my wings were getting weak and stunted
And I cannot take it.