I only know so much of what lies beyond the earth's surface.
I know that there is a beautiful moon only so far away we can see it perfectly;  
a golden sun that lies right in the centre of it all, keeping it warm;
and the stars, the infinite amount of stars that continue to shock me out of breath with their delicate, bright beauty.
I only so much of a four letter word that evolves within a human.
I know people feel it once they look into another's eyes and see the whole world;
the lengthy embraces that provide a serenity and a warmth, proving that we need them;
and the infinite amount of kisses blessed upon the soft surface of two lips, this is when both worlds collide, and two become one.
You are like the moon; beautiful, yet distant, but bright.
You are like the sun; warm, strong, and courageous.
You are like the stars; an infinite twinkle in my life that I dare not desire to lose.

i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars

It is not that I am trapped in water...
Sinking to the bottom, where the Titanic lays.

No,
I am drowning in my own thoughts; my own fears.

A boat may have enough lifejackets to save the many innocent people;
I, on the other hand, wouldn't want these thoughts treated carefully.

In fact, my thoughts and fears are not welcome passengers in my mind,
They are, however, the anchor weighing me down.

without oxygen, we cannot breathe.
without light, it is dark.
without direction, we walk where?
we continue walking wherever we feel the need to.

I feel the need to walk somewhere,



but I do not know the final destination.

The stars shine,
I’m feeling fine,
Maybe I’m alone,
And that’s why I picked up the phone,

Have you ever wanted to kiss someone so bad,
That your lips burn?
If not I’m glad,
That it’s not something you had to learn,

Tonight I want to go outside,
Sit down and look up at the sky,
With you by my side,
It would be such a heavenly way to die

I do not specifically need a title,
to write this poem.
for a name is not giving it any significance,
it is the story that reveals both left and right.
it is the natural balance of words between each phrase.
it is the formation of a paragraph, telling you the story.
it is everything under the title, that gives the reader answers.
it is the story that gives the title significance.

I've fallen,
fallen away into the leaves blanketing the forest floor.
I've fallen,
fallen down the rabbit hole.
I've fallen,
fallen in the midst of thought.
I've fallen,
fallen for his arms.
fallen for his gleam.
fallen for his danger.
I've fallen.