i'll never forget the universe i saw in your eyes,
the look which sparked a flame inside of me,
a flame that no else could spark up,
not even with a million tries.

you will always mean the world to me,
my love for you,
will always be a secret held by the sea,
because i've stopped leaving clues.

even so;

don't you dare forget the nights we've spent,
i'm craving for your scent,
i'm still addicted to your smile,
but your number is something i've lost the courage to dial.

used to get drunk with you,
now i get drunk on you,
tried to escape you by getting intoxicated,
but missing you became ten times worse and i guess it's fated.

it's my fate; for everyone will eventually leave me,
for everyone will eventually get tired of me,
for i am not worthy enough and only loneliness will be there for me.


"you are my shooting star wish", he said.
was i really?
maybe we've completely misunderstood what shooting stars are.
maybe shooting stars are just the cigarettes angels throw away before god could catch them smoking.

i'm starting to think that's what i really was.
maybe i am your shooting star.
maybe i was just a cigarette that you were done smoking so you threw me away before you caught on fire.

I'm fascinated by language. Words that can be used simply, without thought and an exchange is happening. Or it can be a recitation, a spiel, an epilogue of soliloquies passed from language to mind in a scientific magic. It can be raptured words of ecstatic bliss! Or hateful slurs of ******-off ****. It's a rhythm, a movement, a still pond of thought. Language happens whether you want it or not. A simple silence will pray, "Do not approach, please!!" or roar from the depths a loud "I'll kick you in your knees." It's a statement, a charge. A description, a related recital of rundown redundancy, reiterating what we already know. I am FASCINATED with language. And so you should be, too. Cuz it's all in our heads... and it's varied in hue.

I can’t wait until tomorrow is just a date again.
When it’s not a Friday night full of giggles and blushing and over-excited chatter.
When I don’t see myself running around telling anyone who will listen,
that I have the cutest boyfriend ever.
When it’s just my friends birthday-
not the night where I thought I’d smile for the rest of my life.
When it no longer makes me smile-
yes- It still makes me smile, even though things have changed.
I can’t wait until January 13th is just that-
another day.

I dare you to smile often,
to open your arms and trust.
Trust there's good and you can reach it.

I dare you to dream with no restrictions,
to fill up your heart and prepare it for battle.
Battle for what you desire and never giving up.

I dare you to stop diminishing yourself,
to believe and challenge your horizons.  
You're an independent and strong human being.

I dare you.

Wrapped up in myself,
Skin tight.
I've made a mess of my life,
But I guess it's alright.

I've unraveled for so few;
Not worth it.
All those people,
Perfectly imperfect.

I've wrapped myself up
To keep it together.
But no matter how tight,
It doesn't feel better.

You remember the afternoon
The little lass was found
Asleep without her teddy
Forever on the ground
Not much right is ever
Made from such a wrong
The boys put him away to stay
For
I can't recall how long


Workers the next day
Discussed it on their coffee break
In the wake of tragedy
Folks got lots of noise to make
"You heard the search is over?
A coffin door is open
Is nothing sacred any more?
What's left here to place hope in?"

The poets wrote some poems
The news was nothing new
The inmates got their three
                  free meals a day

A chef came close to starving
A dealer had a deal to do
'Cause on the outside there
                  are
                 bills
                 to
                  pay....

To keep a roof above one's head
To house the killer too
A room, no board, a bed,
           his, free to lay

Honest people sleep on streets
Does this not seem wrong to you?!
Cry for justice, cry for Her,
           join me when I say...

Bring                              Bring
Bring                              Bring
Back                                Back
The                                   The
Guillotine              Guillotine