There were galaxies in her eyes.

I was never afraid of heights but the "goodbyes".

Every night was a different lie.

I watched as black holes swirled into her eyes

The love went into the stars

The galaxies were no longer ours

I explored them so carefully

When you left, you took the oxygen with you

Someday i want to look at the stars the same

But all i can think of is your name...

To write food in the stomach
Of every hungry child.

To spell war as peace,
Metaphorize flowers into the barrel

Of every gun on Earth.
The poet has responsibilities

Beyond those of mothers,
Of kings and presidents.

I refuse to give up hope;  
This could be a poem world.

Come on, write your worst piece
Of literature.

Even misprints may give other
Meanings to a word,

Write me a green sky, blue dirt,
Trees the colour of air.

Sometimes the best poets
Have the least to say,

So keep writing, write until your
Fingers fall asleep.

Write until you havent slept
For weeks in search of that word,

That one right word,
Then rest on a notebook pillow

And dream the world right.
Write the world right.

There is no such thing as
Wasted poetry.

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.. So behold the beautiful lies that he told her.
He said he loved her. Just for that night, that one night to have the lights off and take her clothes off just so he can get off. And then... he's off.... oh the irony.
But please understand that there is another side, you see... She will play this game too making sure that the next time its happening to you.
The word "Love" is what builds a bridge to each others hearts but its that same word that could tare you apart....
Cupid!.... He's lost his aim. That 4 letter word "love" has been replaced with "game" its such a shame. But who can take the blame..? He lied, she believed it. She lied, he believed it. Its beautiful isnt it, all the energy that has went into it.
4 letters, 3 words, 2 minutes thats all it takes and its over. Now they're sober, waking up and feeling like they have been on an emotional roller coaster. Maybe she just needs a strong shoulder... To spill out her thoughts and talk about the future and when she gets older? Maybe he just wants to listen and understand everything that she's missing. But they will both become a memory to each other, strangers once again to each other... And to think, all he wanted to do was hold her. But hey...., they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

We all live such mediocre lives. We dress to please. We live with no ease. We go day to day while life passes us in a blur.... Only remembering the exciting things that happen once and a while. Sitting in that same office or eating that same boring food. Think back a week, where were you? What did you do? Is it something more exciting than traffic? Can you even remember...? I once knew a man that was diagnosed with cancer at 63. His smile was something you looked forward to see... One day it just didn't come. Months pass as he battles the disease, and suddenly the smile is back. Through all the pain and therapy, and long waiting. They tell him it has spread too far and stamp an expiration date on his life. I ask "how can you smile after hearing that?" He tells me "I never appreciated the little things in life until i knew mine was going to end. It took me realizing i was going to die, to actually live. Don't make this same mistake, Mike. You're young yet. My mind is so clear now." A few months later he passed... Those words he said to me will forever last. Everything we know can go down hill so fast. Who is to say the man walking past you on the side walk isn't having a bad day? What would stop him from pulling out a gun and killing you and 10 others. It's crazy to think about, until it actually happens. Maybe the person driving in the other lane didn't get enough sleep and that 2 inches that they turn the wheel would end your life with theirs. It takes 2 inches to become just a memory, something so small could hurt so many. You still have a chance to live. Stop worrying about things you cannot change. Make sure you're life is a book that everyone wants to read... Your time is running short and you never know if you'll live to see 50. So scream till you can't breath!! Love so much that you want to believe!! Make everyday a story you would want to tell someone. Because once you're gone, memories is all they'll have left.

What is your biggest fear? Growing up, my biggest fear was the dark. I used to hate it when i was younger. Not being able to see whats around you just makes your mind go crazy. As I got older I realized there were no such thing as monsters in the dark. I eventually found comfort in the darkness and it became peaceful. My next fear became girls. They had cooties, no one wants to get cooties! As that little phase passed, i feared talking to girls. Knowing what to say, my first crush, butterflies in my stomach, asking a girl to prom... It was a scary time for a boy my age. Soon that passed and I had my first girlfriend. I made her cry when i told her i didn't like her anymore and laughed about it with friends after. These were things 16 year olds did. I no longer had fears for much, i had to start being a man and men don't fear anything, so they say. As I got older I hurt more girls and laughed it off. I was raised by women and taught to never hurt one but my friends wouldn't think that was cool. I matured and realized the worth of a woman. Realized that in my younger years I should have treated them as if they were nothing less then perfection. So here i am, soon to be 23 years old. A man with no fears they say. What is your biggest fear? My biggest fear is that one day I may have a daughter. That one day i might have to wipe the tears away from her face that some guy put there. And one day i will tell her it will be okay. That its just a phase. Guys will be guys. My biggest fear it that one day i will have to wipe the tears away from my daughters eyes.

A blind man once told me that he fell in love with a beautiful woman. Hearing this, took me totally out of place so i stared with a blank face... A smile came to his face... as almost knowing already the reaction he would get. He asked me "If you could love with your eyes closed, describe beauty and being completely exposed?." I hesitated, shut my eyes and then answered. Beauty to me would not be beauty to you because you see true beauty without really seeing it. His smile grew bigger. Beauty shouldn't have to be seen... but its the reality that most people don't seem to believe. Words and expressing emotion is beautiful. But you sir, have a gift because you will never judge anyone by their looks or weight or their skin color. You will only judge by how beautiful their words are or how amazing their thoughts can be. Getting so mentally fixed with someone, looks no longer become a necessity and you have the clarity to love them mentally. So to me, true beauty is in the mind, unraveling the puzzle and loving what you find. As i opened my eyes, the blind man was mesmerized. With a big smile he said "Love is blind and people like you are the reason for true loves meaning and people like you are why im still believing." As he got up to leave, he held his stick and pulled off the dark glasses he was wearing, and just started staring. The question was unbarring, so i asked, "Sir if you dont mind, but you don't look blind?" At that moment a woman walked over and proceeded to grab the stick and the glasses from the man. While i stared in a lost gaze trying to find words to say. he said "She is the reason i breath every day." With a soft, sweet voice she said "I dont need my eyes to show me what beauty is, i need my heart to show me what love is because no matter how you look at it, you cant visualize beauty. You have to touch it and feel it. You have to describe it and hear it. And when you find someone who's feeling is mutual you wont need your eyes to tell her, "You are beautiful".