As the fullmoon comes
Out of the cloud
Ever so eerily
While most people are asleep
Two lovers have
A midnight
Picnick on the beach
To view the moon
In all its glory
As they kiss.

As I look up
At the Cresent moon
Above the mountains
I cry because
I feel
:(s
:(a
:(d

Lights are glazing, full of a glow.
Shining upon the cold winters snow.
Leaving a mark, in the floor cold as ice.
I'm hoping this winter, it will be nice.
Seeing this world with a shiny new haze.
Looking at it through the new world's gaze.
I see the beauty and all of the light, maybe it won't keep me up tonight.

when i gaze into your eyes,
i feel myself drowning a little,
a little more than i should.
            
                          i'm
                               slowly
                                   slipping
                                            away.

when your presence is near,
my heart flutters in your madness,
i feel your effects.

                        like
                              alcohol
                                          in
                                              my
                                                system.

when you speak my name,
i feel my body freeze and my mind,
replaying your sweet melody on
repeat.

                            like
                                    a
                                        broken
                                                record.

when you're not near,
i begin to crave your more than ever.
perhaps it's the after effect.
or the withdrawal of you.

                             i
                               need
                                       you.

but when you whisper it so softly,
the fact that you love someone,
someone else, i can't help it.
i can't help my miserable feelings.

                               i
                                 can
                                       hear
                                              my
                                                   heart
                                                           crack.

The glow follows the horizon between sleep and the morning light.
Here we also see the starry night.
What ponders in the minds of those looking off in the distance?
There is an air of togetherness that weaves its way through.
Shall they make a wish with me too?

"Stop your navel gazing, get out your notebook, there’s a world exploding out there"

Tom Wolfe

This is the other side of sanity!
I think to myself,
a riddle in the middle of chastity, vanity?
what is it that I have to say?
Is this not another day or is it a play?
Vaguely we are tossed into this
post hence I have seen the other side-
this day with you...this day that never came.
I will not be able to tell the difference of pleasure
or pain.

I am still lost dreaming on to the memory,
you stood there in the middle of high school square
doe-eyes intent, hidden behind you're intense
endless hidden truth, your boyish youth.

A dream of gazing into those eyes some day,
I never wanted to say goodbye or go away,
this world carried me to the "other side" and it was
"too late," I was unable to "succeed." Who am I
to seek this "other side?" In the sky?
What we never do? Call this "side" what you will,
but in the end I would have gladly battled madly
through hell for a chance to share your world with you.

Oh, here I go again, blithering sadness, sad poem!
Look to the skies when you're alone, then maybe
on the clearest of nights when this whole world
they've built of stone is gone you will finally find out
how beautiful you are so.
Even if I never got to see you understand this or
spend another day with(out) you...you are all
I can't get off my mind no matter how hard I try
I will continue to see you can't forget you
Even in my wildest