Sleep  on  sleepless
mountains.


Then  tongues  should  not
   be   white.


Sleep  on the
bay  of  salt  lake.

Fisherman's   net  and big  fishes
   should not  distrube  you.

Sleep  again
on  the  opposite  side
of  a  great  mountain.

A  super  hero  will
come  having  two wings.


The  wings  should  have
   hopes and new  technology
also which
will  ****  a  big
anaconda.

in this two words ,
i remembered you

in this two words ,
i remembered our love

in this two words ,
that meant a millions more

in this two words ,
we ended a fight

in this two words ,
the kisses was our stars

in this two words ,
the hugs was our world

in this two words -
i see ;
the sun .

Torn between two
Does he love me too?
I want to say all I want is you
As the day passes my struggles anew

My thoughts aside from them are few
My heart is not being true
I admit, it leaves me feeling blue
Yet they both make me feel brand new

Thinking about who to choose is all I ever do
Being near either of them sends my mind askew
They stick to me like glue
Unfortunately, nothing can help me choose…

We aren't on the playground anymore
There are new rules
We have to be mature but
Mustn't lose the spirit of childlike wonder
What is love anyways?
Maybe it's supposed to break all the rules
Life is short
When two people find each other
What should stand in their way?
I think we love who we love and
There just isn't a **** thing that can be done about it

sugar and salt are both appealing
but what happens when you have to choose?

what if i told you that you
had
to
chose

between summer and winter
the milky sheet of snow and hum of the fireplace
creamy melted chocolate and milk swirled into a cozy drink
millions of tiny bursts of color illuminate
every border of every house

but what about the

lazy afternoon sun
and the salt in the air and in your hair and in your mouth
and the ice pops
the sweet
sticky
ice pops that feel
so
good
on your shriveled up tongue

-and what about the way
your skin sparkles
after laying in the
teeny
tiny
rocks
of
the
earth

you may say,
i can't pick both, 
they are
both-
so beautiful

well what if i told you that you have to pick
between things which are
are
equally
loveable.

what if i told you
that if you love two souls

a sun
and a moon

two souls, which are both so rich
and lovely,
that you could only pick one,
which would you pick?

or would you just choose neither?

Vital parts, missing.
This has to mean something.
Held together by a face,
saving face, but still coughing.
“How bad is it?” A head, shaking,
nothing we can do.
I suppose this is what you wanted.
Right?

White teeth flecked red, peppermint breath.
Slow down.
Slow down that heartbeat.
Why you?
Why does it have to be you?
Bet you’re loving this.
The sky, slashes of sunlight over the hills, shades of blue and green.
It has to mean something.

Just listen. If this is the end...
Fear messages, helplessly echoing words
that have always been said by the dying.
Eyes that suddenly reveal the mortal behind them.
And promises
from the one who, shocked, finds an unexpected answer,
both kind and true, ready at the lips.
I never doubted your courage.
Pink spittle, the derisive reply.
Familiar tone, familiar grounds.

Go away. Go.
The dark, the dulling.
Night draws itself upon us both,
the cold, the quiet.
The steady vigil of the stars,
the baring of the grim moon
and the endless darkness in between —
it has to mean something!