Power is a living flame
Seeking its’ own expansion
Devouring all in its’ path
Corpulent beast
Of infinite hunger
Caring not what carnage
Burns in its’ wake

They asked me what it's like
to be in love with him

I said it's like the rotation of Earth
so familiar
like meeting the sunrise
each and every day at 06:34 AM

yet so new
like the solar eclipse
that occurs only once
after a handful of mundane years

Not tonight
Tonight we fight
I may give in
But
Whatever happens
I will stand again
                           Zzz
                                      & I plan to win

shattered glass can never truly be fixed
and what's now ash can never return to what it once was
i'll never forgive you for how you treated me
and i'll never forget what you threw away

I got a question
I wanna ask my grandma, but shes been gone for some years now
I need the answers
I wanna ask my friends, but they're too cool to be honest
&  she's gonna take it the wrong way if I question her
It just might break her heart man
I can't ask my girl...
So ima ask Langston
& ima ask Maya
If I'm in love...
If I'm in love...
My Pen & paper won't lie if I'm in love..
So tell me tell me..
Am I in love?

THERE is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years' ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
  
There is a white star, Janet,
Forty years' ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
  
Shall we ride
To the blue star
Or the white star?

It was in the prime
Of the sweet springtime
In the linnet's throat
Trembled the love note,
And the love-stirred air
Thrilled the blossoms there.
Little shadows danced,
Each a tiny elf
Happy in large light
And the thinnest self.

It was but a minute
In a far-off spring,
But each gentle thing,
Sweetly wooing linnet,
Soft thrilled hawthorn tree,
Happy shadowy elf,
With the thinnest self,
Live on still in me.
It was in the prime
Of the past springtime!