I love you like a shooting star.
I love you like I love a day where everything goes right.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.
It’s a secret, between the shadow and the soul
As if you were your own galaxy in itself
The moon lives in the lining of your skin
I love your lips.
Our awkward stares
I love your passion
Even though you probably fail to see it
I know it’s there because…
Just like shooting stars, not everyone gets to see one in a lifetime
But that makes them no less real, or any less magnificent.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or why, or where
Where do these feelings come from?
I love you without insecurities or pride
I love you like I love the thrill of pure infatuation
I love you like R-J loved Kim K for 42 minutes and 12 seconds
I love you like XO
I love you from the grip of my soul
I love you like a shooting star
But I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday

Be my Sun to give me some light
Be my Moon to guide me home every night
Be my Shooting Star to realize my wishes
Be my Shadow to monitor me wherever I am
Be my everything to be with me everywhere

Sitting near the window
Looking for a shadow
Or to another shooting star
So she can make a wish once more...

Promises of you are like some dreams
I watch them like the stars in sky
It's not like I never believe nor trust
We just don't know the will of time

Chances here and now are silly like a child
That sometimes make this space so long
It's not like I never have faith in love
We just don't know if we sing the right song

Yet promises are like precious gifts
We keep them to hold the joy of heart
But dreams are still dreams to come true
Like a wish upon a shooting star

We all want to change
Looking on our world so high
We know it's there to be remodeled
And we can.

Peace. Each. Understand.
Is the food to our feelings,
But tools are the torch
To show us the way.

Love, it's bright,
Truth, it's right,
We, don't fight,
But to some, their candle is the gunpowder flash.

Try to build a house and the land must be squashed,
Try to write a poem and ink must be spilled,
Try to say a cliché and eggs must be broken,
But try to build a better world with bullets then people will suffer.

I don't want your world
You, out there who cannot read this,
I don't want to be in a place
Where learning means knowing

That men could be outside the door
Ready to stop your new world
Ready to make mistakes,
Ready to not care.

I'll light a candle for you
Because I wish
It could have been your illumination
Rather than the shared,

Gunpowder flash

Of those mistaken.

I went to the beach to get away.
My tears followed, though stunted
by the windchill.

I gazed out at the fleeting waves,
and wanted to walk behind them
until we were one.

The stars warned me to sit,
to watch safely from the shore.
I sadly obliged.

A few burst of light captured
my weary eyes in the sky.
Shooting stars.

I closed my eyes with a wish,
over and over again until my tears
matched the stars.

I only want one thing in this life.
If I cannot have it, the stars will acknowledge
my detour through death.

Please keep your protests peaceful.
Please keep your lives separate,
Feel free to make them equal.
Please remember that although you believe you are the same as me,
That you will always be three fifths.
Please forget about slavery,  
Shame on us for being so upfront.
Please make your way towards the free seat at the back of the bus.
Please drink from your specified fountain.
Please marry your own.
Please work twice as hard to receive half as much.
By all means fight for what you believe is right but,
Please keep your protests peaceful.

They visited the spot where his soul left his body.
Shot in the neck
Go get Mama
His very last words.
The blood was still there
She was told to wait in the car
Too innocent for such passionate danger.
Mother pressed her hand to the
concrete
Feeling the permanent loss of her only son.

Hundreds packed into that dull
gray church basement
So many unaware of the secrets
That died with him,
that maybe brought them there.
Murmurs of who and how and why
That distant uncle, locked away
Could it be his fault?
A little girl too young to understand
death and violence
Leaves her stuffed friend
To keep him company
Amidst the piles of Hennessy and gold.

Hundreds in procession
Leading the living to that final goodbye.
The city has a way of bringing out the worst in people.
Stone-faced grandmother,
how heavy does her heart feel?
Mother wailing as mothers do
Her worries come to life in this death
Watching as they lowered him
and his treasure
deep into the earth
A part of herself
A part of us all
Buried there.

Ineffable:
The beauty of the night sky.
The stars fade in and out of our eyes
We laugh and hold hands, no concept of time.
Every shooting star I see
I wish for no end of the line
Between the night and us, I'm content to die