i think i figured out
while i'm alive
i'll bleed out on the floor

and most everyone will go around me
and silent sound will sit beside me
so i feel the burn on my skin

but the tremble of my body will harmonize with yours and the blood we lie in
will taste like glitter when i kiss you

and the sound will sit in another room
while we fall asleep

just for the night
just for the night

silence was the sound of us breathing in just for the night

bags under my eyes
glitter on my nails
impulsive thoughts
and my room is gross
I'm a star rock star?
well, not so far
but if I get the chance
I will be one, I guess

Put all your Dreams, in your Locker.
They are too precious to Display.
Someone may be out to Steal them.
When U are sleeping the Night Away.
Learn to live Life mediocre,
Don't flash around your Wealth.
Your Life, is no School Play.
Someday U will be chasing Health.
There will be no outburst of Glitter,
When U make it to the end of Life.
This is from Me, a sweet reminder.
Coz Life is full of Strife.

I remember when I felt the Great Shift before I even knew what it was.
Driving home in my glitter dress and your red bow-tie.
I played songs that reminded me of you, reaching out.
But when I turned to sing the lyrics to you,
you were a million miles away,
in another universe,
orbiting a different sun.
I tried to patch it up, putting my arm through yours like
a needle and thread through cloth.
We ripped apart in every pothole we hit on the road.
Still to this day, I wonder,
where did you go?

..What was meant was never said and what is satiable isn’t fed upon. Long to be that faun in a misty meadow, lounging at dawn on the grass, gazing upon the peaks of eternity. What are we learning and what’s with the misuse? We tenderly abuse that which we dwell on. Claiming it a love letter, when a Better view reveals(in a peeling manner) that these are just clingings of a scrotal piercing fashion. Latching to these attachments as sacraments of dependability, nullifies valued spectacality. The pureness to the core of reality and the mess is a beautifully delicious birthday cake which never ends

why do I love you?
those beautiful reasons
twinkling together
in the sunlight you bring me
giving it all so much more meaning