Oh, I wish
I could turn back time
and laugh with you again.
To laugh and cry,
to hold you once again.
But now you have your bubbles
and me, nothing left at all.
Bubble girl,
I don't know how
to keep you from the winds.
Bubble girl,
may they one day carry you
back into my arms.
But for now,
goodbye,
bubble girl.

The demons
always find a way
of rebuilding the bridges
I set ablaze so very
long ago.

To stay like this,
forever far away, silent
and unknown to your heart
is something I hope will
not burden me for the
rest of my life.

If the sunflowers knew
what I carry in my soul,
perhaps they would wither
to the winds of winter that accompanies me.
Indeed, my sun is burning out
and it weeps for those
nostalgic flames that summer
once held dear.

The Earth can only
contain so much before
it bursts open from its
volcanoes and geysers,
as can a star when it
goes supernova.
What chance do you have
of holding it all in?

Why do I still
feel you in my bones?
Memories still fill my chest,
leaving butterflies in their wake
just as you once did.

I saved our photographs
for days like this when the
nights are cold and solitary.
Hard to believe that I
was loved by some,
and above all,
by you.

The sun calls to sunflowers,
just as your heart of light calls to me.
I bask in it, absorbing every ray
you put out into this world.

There is a
cancer of myself
that is waiting to be cut,
bled and beaten out of me
so that a healthier,
stronger me will
heal in its place.

People are like candy-
consumed and
discarded
like an empty wrapper.

Can you learn to love-
wait, scrap that...
Can you learn to know me,
again,
once the dust
has settled?

Seldom in life do I come across
people I can be myself around.
Most of the time I feel like
I have to put on a show
to get through the day,
to get through life.
But sometimes you find
someone who can read your soul
as if it were their favorite poem.
It's with people like this you can be honest,
without the judgement and the fear
that they'll think less of you.
Oh, how rare they are-
so rare that you can
mistake it for love.

I live to learn
the science of your
heart.

I never care
until I care too much.

I have now realized that
there is no place in this world
for me without you.
There is no star where you do not twinkle
nor sunflower where you do not blossom.
Indeed, I will always carry you with me
no matter where I go,
and no matter the time.

I want to know
if that Moroccan cat
is doing better than I am.
I really hope so.
I hope he has found a home,
and a love like no other.
I hope that cat
is happy now.

Whatever happened to
baby Cas or our dreams of
leaving this all behind?
I still think about him
from time to time
just as I think about us
from time to time.
Is he all grown up now?
Have you outgrown me?

my dream has been a
curse in one too many ways-
I found and I lost you.

It's late at night,
I don't know what to write.
There's a hint of chai in the air
to chase away the despair.
With Chai as warm as can be,
how could I not feel glee?
I pick up the pen and close my eyes-
it's just me, my Chai
and the night skies.

You are my chai-
there is nothing as sweet
or as warming as you.
I need you every morning
to get me through the day
and each night to grant me
the sweetest of dreams.

We all change,
in fact,
we are always changing.

We may not have been
each other's favorite chapter,
but I hope you can still smile when
you turn back the page to
where we began.

I do not want you
to chase after me-
all I want is for someone
to care about my return.

How can you
chase a dream that
does not want to
be caught?

I got tired of fantasizing,
of giving into the illusions and
drowning myself in nostalgia that
I can no longer attain.
I am tired of chasing a ghost,
but tomorrow I may give
into the haunting
once again.

A moment together and
a thousand moments apart.
I am forever chasing
your shadow and the
night will soon be upon us.
What does distance know
of heartbreak?

People are
like chemicals:
some mixtures bond
and some mixtures
go bang.

Suicide;
it doesn't stop the pain.
It packs it into a grenade,
amd throws it
to your loved ones.

What is worse:
the ending or forgetting
how to begin again?
We have a choice not to
give into the destruction and despair
or rebuild from the ruins of
what came before.

The Christmas Blues
are falling like snow-
they chill me to the bone.
I'm all wrapped up
in the Christmas Blues
just like the presents
underneath your tree

I guess this love was never reciprocated.
Now, our words just linger and fade
like bedroom cigarette smoke.
Maybe my heart will also fade
out of my chest on my walk home.
That’d be nice.

It has been too long-
time is still passing,
yet the memories still remain,
sometimes clear as day,
sometimes like a dream.
But the longing to return to you
has created a galaxy within me
that no amount of stars
except your radiance
can illuminate.

I don't want to know you anymore-
not how your day was,
not what you dream,
or even your name.
You cut me down and
I'm still climbing back
to who I used to be.

The gates
to heaven
are now closed.
Tourists really do
ruin
everything.

The last time I saw you,
it did not feel the same.
I could feel it straight away-
you had changed and
had already closed the door
to what we once were.
And alongside me,
you left your innocence
and who you used to be.

To wake up and
remember that you're gone,
that you have left,
that your body
no longer warms mine
makes for the coldest mornings
I have even known.

People come,
and people go-
it's one of the surest things
in life.
So why is it so hard for me
to accept that?

It's when no one believes in you-
that's when you have to come through
but oh, it's such a hard thing to do.

How can my
pillow still smell of you?
How do my lips
remember yours as if
they were my own?
Memories that don't exist
torment me
day after day,
night after night.

Every time
I tell myself
not to love you,
it feels like the entire universe
is fighting back against me.

Happy?
No, not quite.
These days,
I'd say I'm more content.
Yeah,
content,
I like the sound of that.

If only I
didn't have to
fade from your view.
I could be a continuous memory
with no end in sight.
It would be a dream that
never had to end.

I'm having
conversations
inside my head.
Whoever lives in there
hates me too.

Like the sun,
she brightens up my day
Always there, never far away
Like Mercury,
She’s scorched with beauty
A dazzling image for all to see
Like Venus,
A goddess in my mind
A divine gift for all mankind
Like Earth,
Her heart is where I make my home
An aura so real, I never feel alone
Like Mars,
Her hair, it runs with red
she annihilates any tear I shed
Like Jupiter,
She has the largest heart
She herself: a work of art
Like Saturn,
Beauty surrounds her like a ring
So light and divine, almost floating
Like Uranus,
She goes against the grain
Free from the world, she breaks the chain
Like Neptune,
Her passion rages like the wind
she sets out like a storm to rescind
Like Pluto,                  
So distant but never forgotten
Dancing for eternity around the sun

Watch the night sky
in all of its grandeur and mystery
and you will soon realize that
your beauty is far beyond
anything the cosmos
have to offer.

I’d crawl
back to love
even if
it was waiting
to destroy me,
again.

We teach ourselves
to not feel a thing,
yet end up feeling
it right to the core.
Perhaps everything
can not work out the way
we tell ourselves it should.
Perhaps we are merely
powerless creatures.

We sat there in silence,
side by side,
hand in hand,
letting the crimson sunset
pour out its last waves of light.
Let it cleanse us of our
misery and hardship.
Tonight is about us, dear,
nothing else is real-
let time stand still.

I have reached
a crossroad once again.
Will you lead me down the road
I need to follow,
The one of dreams and delectations?
Or will you take me down the
road I would rather forget?
The one that leaves me
lost every time.

You would think
that we would be caring
for one another by now.
In a world so cruel,
why would we
go at it
alone?