The internet has killed the value of everything,
and sometimes I wonder where we'd all be
if we were behind typewriters sending transcripts
to ****-head publishers who trash the mail,
or burn it in winter. Not quite kindling.

We'd be in the hole about five dollars more,
and still cashing **** paychecks, if we're
lucky enough to get jobs.

Maybe living out of boxes, suitcases,
the backseat of a stranger's car,
or squatting in a basement with
three different species of arachnid.
Romantic.

Anyone who envies the experience
of the oppressed is a ******* *****,
and deserves exactly what they
are so eagerly wishing for.
Everything else is just information.

if stars were to freckle the day,
if streams were to dance in the deserts,
if dreams were to sink before sleep,
I would colour the moon pink..

I wonder what it would be like to love you.

I don't think that it would be uncomfortable or forced, rather I believe that it would be revitalizing-like having finally found a glass of water after being thirsty for hours.

You once told me that in the night when you can't sleep that you put on gym shorts and walk around the streets contemplating the world. I laughed at first until I realized that I do the same thing from my bedroom, watching the light from car headlights drift in through my black curtains.

I wonder what it would be like to join you out in the brisk night, where I would reach out and grab your hand unashamed and we would just coexist together.

But sadly I am not one to dive into things head first, as I always fear the consequences of allowing others the peel back the layers of my mind.

I am scared of being destroyed by someone as human as you.

I could feel your lips upon mine one last time.

"The scariest thoughts
are ones that would completely free us
if they became a reality.
It's the unknown,
and leaving the comfort of what is known,
that makes fearing the leap of faith a normality."

everytime you are around
my speech tends to slow
my eyes open a little wider
my mind takes a train ride
through a forest of immeasurable
possibilities
on how I could get you to realize
that I am still in love with you
and how I could make you
love me
like you once did

Why are there good things?
Why are there blessings?
And weddings?
And love?
Why is there a natural beauty that surrounds us?
In the trees,
And the sky.
In the little birds twittering in the mornings,
And the sorrowful wolves crying in the dusk.
Why are there families?
And holidays?
And friends?
Why are there walks to be taken?
And cakes to be making,
And songs to be written
And times to be smitten?
We are known as humans to dwell on the bad
But take a look around,
Life isn’t that sad.
Open your eyes to the possibilities,
Open your heart and you too will see,
The beauty hidden just out of sight.
It takes a special someone to be able to reveal,
The secrets in life that are the real deal.