Open your eyes, little child
It's no longer dark, can you feel the Sun?
Should I bring it down so you can hold it in your arms?
If it sounds good, give me a light nod

Can you hear that? Space is calling.
Come with me, we'll build a spaceship
Hold my hand close and don't drop it
Let's take it to the Moon or wherever you feel is cool

Hold your breath a little longer
Isn't the spacesuit the coolest thing, hm?
It's time to let go of the world and it's unspoken words
Let the people who made you sad stay
So, what do you say?

You'll be surprised to know
It's all vip for you
There's never-ending pixie dust
And everything you desire
Just close your eyes and picture it for me.

Woooh... The road's a bit shaky
But that's part of the takeoff
Would you like a hug?
It's good to know we'll only go up

Will you be surprised to know,
That I'm not much smarter than you
I might be a hero for you but I'm weak for me
Younger me, please love me and I'll love you too

Closed my eyes and i can feel you.
Open your eyes, little child.

Imagine what we could be
If you weren't just a constellation in the sky
A clutter of space rocks in the back of my mind
And if it were just you and I
For you would that be alright
To feel and tell secrets and sweet lies
Is a small price to pay for human paradise

Like the stream of consciousness in your eyes
You desperately try to hide but that i know it like the back of my mind
And I remember every little thing you said about yourself
And how you like to spend your days and how your eyes they're tired but so full of life
It's like a bottomless ocean, in it
Death seems like no limit
And I'll keep my blind spirit
In your inexistence I'll go delirate

My selections of letters to you mean nothing
To me they're perfect poems written just for me
You make me question if my sanity really exists
Or do I just wanna hold someone and be a know-nothing for the hope of it all
When all this world does is fall

Run little boy, run
Taker your brothers
And run
That' s all you could

Through the pain and darkness
Through the grief and blood
Fire and rage, go in hand

But, the mind never dies
Screams never end
The memories are still there
Though, you aren't

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Where have you gone?
Without you I'm lost
We made a promise
You and me 'til the end

Anger is what I have been feeling
Questing the truth and the heeling
It is all a lie, a mystery
Where have you gone?

I must continue
Your ghosts hunt me in my dreams
I don't want to feel, to think
However, that's what is left from you

What are the rules?
I want them to be less conspicuous.
You know.
Out of direct sight?
Anonymously?
Perhaps a bit ambiguous,
Or behind a green door.
But Marilyn didn’t care.
In the end.

my girlfriend
told me I needed to sit down
                                                  before hearing it
her sylphlike fingers hovering over
                                                            ­my cut-up cuticles
with eyes hovering past my head
                                                          un­committed
but convincingly connected to my soul
                                                            ­      immovable

just then
Unidentified Flying Objects
                                                crashed into our chat
through the tense atmosphere
                                                   and down to where we sat
their gaze lasting light-years
                                                 and blasting neon beams
into the split ends of my hair
                                                  setting fire to my precious dreams
and splattering brains onto her mini-skirt                                                       ­           
                                                     ­                   it was an ugly affair

to end
if i were alive
                        to recount their excursion
i'd add she stepped over
                                           the ****** matter
hopped aboard the mothership
                                                       with no coercion
and was never seen
                                  without her extraterrestrial lovers
again

We press on forward, there is no going back,
with the menacing presence in our track
cut off we had just no other clear route...
In a desperate act we made our way
through the putrid stench, rot and decay
that embraced and hid us from the pursuit.

And though the Ring Wraiths roam the sky
the marsh did not betray us to scrying eyes
and our quest goes on though hanging by a thread.
We tread with caution among many plights
of this realm governed by entrancing lights -
as if revenants of the warriors long dead,

who haunt and taunt us with piercing stares
from every and all of the murky meres
like wet open graves scattered around.
The submission comes at a harrowing cost.
A moment of weakness and we'd be lost
to the enchanting spell of the drowned.

Their pale faces beyond the turbid shroud
either evil and grim, or fair and proud
all harbor a foul and twisted spark.
Long gone are the souls of both elves and men
Only these hungering husks now remain
On guard for a new prey in the dark.

Countless paths and yet just one leads out.
I'm being riddled with despair and doubt
as we're passing through the lasting haze;
in between the burden I barely abide.
and the uncertain whim of our guide,
will we ever emerge from this shifting maze?

A cemetery filled with tombstones everywhere
Even though their lives never existed
And she wrote their lives to be a never-ending tragedy
And maybe it would've changed if they coexisted

They went on so many adventures in her mind
Even if it was just to escape reality
And she then began to lose track of time
Lost in her own mentality

She erased their stories as she got older
But never against her they rioted
And no one could ever scold her
Because they had been quieted

But she still grieved when she thought about them
And she cried over their non-existent tombs
And she wondered what they could have become
If she let them live for infinite moons

If you look closely into the late night
You can see a girl holding a rose of fiction
And if you look deeper, you can see she might
Put it on a grave with no inscription

"For your body, I shall give
Beauty and body anew respired .
It shall shine from all your soul and heart
Take the shape that others desire.

All I ask in return,
A simple thing in all duress
You wear this body, fashioned for you
Fashioned of gore and my shadow glass."

I’m taking control, making changes.
Some for the worst, others for the best.
I don’t like to evade or retreat.
My secrets are inconsequential.
I’m taking things into my own hands
- I kissed my therapist. On the lips.
Life is but a game of ‘Smash or pass’
and I hate waiting for ice cream.
“I like the way you move,” he said, “I like your skin.”
“It’s what people notice first” I admitted, “want to see it?”
Or maybe I dreamed that - I dream about him, sometimes. shrug
I think the helpless, astringent, professional intimacy fires me.
I want him to ask me about my jerkwater *** life, he has a concomitant
passport, but he never does. Isn’t that important - what about Freud?
What do you think you inherited from your parents? He asked.
“What a question!” I observed, “You mean genetically?”
“Come on,” he prompted, and I thought for a long minute.
“I have my mother’s impatience, her drive to succeed
and her thick blonde hair that seems to dry instantly.”
He nodded, indicating he liked where I was going.
“I have my father’s eyes, his flashing temper and flat chest.”
He chuckled, but I could tell he wanted me to stay serious.
“Then there’s my Stepfather (Step), he taught me humor,
patience and self-control - oh, and how to drive.”
He ****** on his pencil eraser and nodded.
He always blurs the line between performance and approval.
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Songs for this:
Secrets (Your Fire) by Magdalena Bay
The Spot by Your Smith