sometimes the stars look like exit wounds in the sky.
bullets,
punctured through the abyss of darkness.
they were pure, innocent souls; slashed down.
their inner light bleeds through;
trickles out in rays through the sea of tar,
until the entire night is freckled by their memory.
their silence.

we call it beauty,
but it is really grief gracefully endured;
stitched into the heavens so we may never forget.

A commandment is an order.
And one has to follow.
Because with out order.
Chaos will follow.

Or starry night shine bright for us.
Let the heavens, ordain it on the 7th and 8th.
So we may see the wonders, of the alignment above.
As the blood moon displays it's beauty and glory as it shine's forth from above.

i do not wish to simply be a tulip
in a garden of assorted flowers

allow me this selfishness—
to be the sole object of love

to be the only flower
in your garden

Why do i use the word
if it means it's only possible?

if i could change.
if i could smile.
if i could love.

Why can't i say it without the if?

It limits me but
if i stop i don't know what will happen...