Your poems
the flame
I scorch

A butterfly falls.
The freezing season
With great reverberations.

I am light years across the galaxy
          past the event horizon.
I am obscured by clouds
beyond the mountain ranges
          broken and filled with valleys.
I am across the ocean with
          a wall of fire about me.
My face is covered with ten thousand masks;
My hand is close to my chest;
          and I like to keep some things to myself.

So,
          sail across the galaxy
          climb the mountains
          traverse the valleys
          brave ocean and fire
          take away each mask
                      
                                  and come to me.

Standing at the shoreline
Its like I’m freezing for the first time
Drizzles touch my body and melt my soul
This oceans completely out of control

There’s no stopping these waves
The winds been howlin’ like this for days
So get off your feet and look outside
And ill be standing there throwing pebbles at the shoreline

Without a towel, I dive right in
I feel a new life start to begin
Right behind me, dive in? you’re torn
I’ll catch you right before the storm

Together the Earth swallows us
My soul was picking up dust
You came along and made things new
The oceans never seemed so blue

Leave the shoreline before the rain
Don’t forget the day we came
Always remember, even on dry land
The girl who was always your greatest fan

I can't write a serious poem
because I cant take myself
                             seriously                       and                              I can't look you
in the           eye
without crying
because there's more built up                            regret
than I can
                                                                                                                                            bear

I want to find poetry
in media theory
I want to find poetry
in philosophy
psychology
sociology
I want to find poetry
in the bored line of zombies
walking these streets
9 o'clock every ******* morning
I want to find poetry in
the kid scratching himself out of his skin
in the creaking chair beside me...
His voice: muffled with aggravation
and his eyes: red, sad & exhausted
They make it hard
Hard to see the beauty in this place
I want to find poetry in the distance
I want to find poetry in missing you to death
But it all just kind of blurs together
in the hot Philadelphian sun
reflecting off the pavement beneath
my tired feet
It all eventually just gets lost in the gutters
next to cigarette buds and the green glass
debris of old beer bottles all over this city
Nothing really looks like poetry
Anymore
And I'm scared
Scared I'm losing myself
Surrendering my emotions
Or trading them
For some title that says,
"Yeah. She's literate"
Because that's all it really adds up to
Pretty ******* literate
Pretty ******* bored
And definitely boring
I don't wanna be boring
And I don't wanna be bored
Don't let me lose my dreams
Please
Please don't let me go
Go this way

I'm falling from a height that I once boasted of
In a sky that is way too clear, but still it looks like rain
And I'm crashing through a glass ceiling that some call love
And aside from the shards in my back, I can't really complain

And the view from each story get less and less breathtaking
So I guess I must rely on my mind for the rest
Each glass floor and ceiling I crash through seems to be my dreams
But they say once I hit the ground floor, it'll hurt a bit less

And the words of the worldly wise ring clearly in my head
Telling me of how death is the greatest adventure of all
But I swear on my life I won't believe it until I'm dead
For what could be more utterly thrilling than a rather long fall

And my life flashed before my very eyes, but I think that I missed it
The commercials in between just made me want to skip the whole thing
The volume was too low and the plot was too slow with few good bits
And I'm much more preoccupied with the crashing and falling

How long I would fall was a wonder beyond comprehension
Whether Heaven or Hell would be at the end, I had no clue
But before I feel the thud of the ground floor, I guess I should mention
If I die from this fall then at least I was falling for you

you listened to
Ricky Gervais
podcasts and
harry potter
audio books
to help you
sleep. I
remember
when your
hair was
brown.