It's time I dance among the stars
To let the firflylies out of their jars

It's time I bask in the moon lights glow
To sail that boat through the cosmic flow

It's time to let go of the heartache and sorrow
To hold tight to every tomorrow

It's time to roll with every new stumble
To not let the past make me tumble

It's time to quit holding my breath
To stop following the dance of death

It's time turn in my tickets to that show
To just let all the bad thoughts go

Yes, it's time to dance around the stars
Yes, you'll find me skinny dipping in the oceans on Mars

I want to take one day
To just go out and play
To forget about the grown up ways

To run, jump and romp
Pretend I'm Godzilla and just stomp
Or be a creature from the swamp

Make mud pies let them bake in the sun
Flap my arms like a bird when I run
**** it I just want to have fun

To see the world again trough the eyes of my inner child
When everything left me so beguiled
To see things in that why,has been such a very long while

Innocence left me at age eight
Since then all I've seen is hate
On a scale my misery would be hard to rate

Is it to much to ask for just ONE day
To go out and have some fun and play
Just one single solitaire day without the gray

We each have a destiny
You can find it, between wake and sleep
And in the hearts of lovers,
Where our lost secrets, we keep
We are reborn,
After each death
Though our past lives are forgotten
With our new life's first breath
There are destined lovers, to be loved
And past debts, we must repay
Every deed births our future,
Mundane things we do each day
With every ticking of the clock,
Every second turns to an hour
Thus, is our fate,
Unfolding petals, from destinys flower

She was scarcely twenty one
on the day the Reaper came.
A writer of great promise;
Toru Dutt was her name.

Bengali was her native tongue,
but only just her first.
She had conversed in German,
written French and English verse.

Now she lay silent, dressed in white
in the company of flowers.
A shame it was a funeral pyre
and not her wedding bower.

Her sister, overcome with grief,
Her Parents both the same.
Her sad eyed father lit the torch
and consigned her to the flames.

How quickly did those flames consume
the girl who lived to write.
Her dust was carried on the winds
from the sacrificial site.

The beauty of her verse endures
and will preserve her name.
That's all that could be salvaged
of the maiden from the flames.

We are far from death
Until we take our first breath

Born to be alone
You were never made to have a home
Struggling on the streets
It's like your breathing in foam

With a bullet to your mind
You never got the time to cry
I wasn't even there to hear you say goodbye

Blood seeping from your head
My dearest brother its time to go to bed

Close your eyes
I'll see you soon
And when I think of you
I'll know to look at the moon

I am the sun.
I come in peace.
Fixed with disaster.
But happiness release.

With every death.
Will be salvation.
And every breath.
Is recreation.

My heart conversed with you
in ways that I can't speak
my mouth dry
but words so replete
flowing swiftly
sharp smile escapes
because talking to thee
i feel at ease,

My eyes go deep
in search for peace
in your company
i feel protected
my stress lines smoothen
and eyes soften
as our eyes meet
it's like the world stopped for a second,

It's you
i tell myself
the reason and solution
of this mood
my soul lightens
we are like two enthralling
eye gaping lovers
like angels we spread our wings and journey through this universe together.

He is a delicateness
a tender beautiful mess
He is the softness of
the papers of an old book
He is that forgotten wetness
of shy kissed lips
He is that sudden leap in her heart
when she smells rain
He is all those tiny things
unseen and untouched
Believe me he is
all that I have touched and cherished.

He is the emptiness
of a broken summer's moon.
Believe me he is.