My eyes are weary,
Won't you let me sleep?
These bags don't lie
I've been up all night
and it's no secret

My head keeps falling back
My neck barely supporting it
I'm about to topple flat
And everybody's applauding it

This no sleep thing can't continue
I've ran into three doors today
And pushed one that said pull
I'm about to fall out

I fell for the sparkle in your eye
you gave me ambition,
a new thing I was willing to try.


I fell for the life in your eye
I felt alive again,
no longer would I need to die.


I fell for the love in your eye
my heart was no longer leaking,
you soaked it dry.

A girl about seven
Sits still - full of doom
It's 2 in the morning
And she's scared to leave her room

A ghostly girl with bad intentions
A skeleton made of gold
She filled the air with a cold infection
And let the people mold

They didn't believe her when she was small
So maybe now they'll listen
A ghost haunting the walls
Of a place she once called home

i re-read all the poems i wrote months ago when everything was still okay. i wasn't sad, but my poems were. it's funny to think, how i could always find that little peek hole of darkness even though i was surrounded by lights. you were there with me and it was only a two-days fight, but my words formed a sentence of how we were already strangers. maybe i like to exaggerate things. or maybe we've always been strangers from the start because if not, how could you look away every time i try to say hi? people don't just turn into strangers. we were all made by the same stardust and some of us were destined to meet. or maybe we weren't. i don't know; i wouldn't know. up to this day i still think we are each other's even though we are not anymore and i guess that explains a lot about me, and you, and us. us contains of you and i. we are contained of each other. you still keep my heart in your pocket, and i'll always be the first girl you've ever really loved.

People like short poems,
But do poems like short people?

I have never flowed with anyone else the way we did today.

Even though I've never spoken to you before,

I felt like we were just catching up.

Do you ever realize that
This universe
Can be likened to blood?

Do you ever just sit down and realize,
That the stars in the skies
Are platelets rushing to form a clot
Around an ever expanding cut
Constantly pouring out blood?

The composition of the blood
Diffuses
And becomes that rich oxygenated red
That becomes dilutes with the air
Of our atmosphere
And the ruby red sunlight becomes
Lovely, lovely orange and yellow,
The kind that get you all mellow.

It also splits into the
Cold color of deoxygenated blood
Yes blue.
We watch it ooze
Slowly
Putting the vast expanse of the heavens
On display
After the day
Is done.

Then there is the plasma
Which scientists say is the
Fourth state of matter
But what does that even matter?

Do you ever realize that
This universe
Can be likened to blood?
Produced from an
Ever expanding wound
Like that of Christ whom
Was bruised for our sins.

Do you ever realize that
The universe that surrounds us
Could be
The blood of Christ
There to erase our sins?
That the more we do wrong,
The more blood he bleeds
Thus the more we see
The universe increase?

Do you ever realize that
The universe is constantly expanding
And will never stop?
I mean doesn’t that thought
Ever pop
Into your mind?

They tell you to find something to love in every person you meet,
but I took the wrong advice.
I found someone to love everything about.

They tell you, "happiness comes from within"
but I found sanity in all the wrong places,
if your arms were a house I'd be home.

They tell you not to cry when its over,
but to smile at the time you've spent,
so how do I do that when I don't remember how many days it takes to revolve around the sun, because all of my days once revolved around you.

I can't fall in love with strangers, because someone I don't know took my heart.

I am a different person now too, and all I can think about is if we will meet again.