Its night again
its time to say hello
to my old friend
Hi moon
I have been thinking of you
since high noon
last night was a shame
cause I didn't see you
cause it rained

You take allot of shapes
you maybe half
a crescent
or full
I love them all

You are powerful
you take control of the tides
and gives light
when its a dark night

yes you are bright
but not as much that it hurts
cause your light is only bright enough
to warm up my cold heart
your light holds it near and dear
keeping it from falling apart
with the warmth of your light

I can gaze on you till
dawn comes
be at awe at your beauty
and will remember this night
then wait for you
to come again
tonight.

Nice to see your eyes once more,
full of life and mystery .
The day our fate grew farther
was my tomorrow's misery

5 steps closer, time begins to slow down a little
Long kisses and warm hugs makes my heart more brittle.
Till the last moment your arms were the most warm
A love so beautiful yet full of scars

This seemingly ancient machine dances in front of me.

Composed of sandstone and so unsoiled it’s beautiful.

Running under no power.

Under ultimately strict order yet so peaceful and free.

Upon its belt are people seemingly so familiar yet unidentifiable.

It’s belt spirals and twirls up from its darker origin.

It’s destination is unknown but seems an eternity away.

That length in time does not cause anxiety and I somehow maintain a sense of immense peace.

As it ascends, it’s path lightens in tone.

I am in the middle of the light and dark.

Looking upon a pillar of sandstone indescribably tall.

Atop  it in the center of the spiral at my eye level.


Seems to be a Greek goddess formed of gold with wings and a spear at ease.

The belt winds around in its spiral continuing its production of some sorts.

I do not fear the dark nor do I strive for the light.

From the middle as a spectator.

I feel unbearably safe in both spectrums light and dark.

To descend or ascend.

In the middle as a spectator.

I feel such a wave of love and warmth I am unable to describe. It was truly elegantly Devine.

And I am not one to call himself religious.

I feel such a sense of embrace and acceptance for an unknown subject, that I wish I could continue my slumber.

As it is really enlightening to be able to accept something so undeniable and absolute.

I want more of that feeling.

I don’t dream often, but how blissful this is.

I feel I am undeserving of such beauty and so grateful for it, even if my mind contrived it in my hibernation.

Then only blanketed in one sheet.

I am stripped away from this elegance I have done nothing to deserve the chance to observe.
Into a cold room, with the miasma of teen spirit and reality.

Wind to the west,
From the east blows cold,
Bringing tales of lost ships,
And sailors of old.

Wind to the east,
From the west blows warm,
Carrying the promise of summer,
And friendships reborn.

From the north and the south,
Opposing forces collide,
Threatening snow in September,
And gales in July.

But here in the centre,
Is where I like best,
Where the air is familiar,
And my heart is at rest.

For here in the centre,
Is where I call home,
Many miles from the places,
Where the winds do roam.

Get vex when I have *** with you
Don't text, need to get over you
Overview of this lust is stress
Don't even need to confess
I used to be in love with you
Deduced there's no love for me
Can't foresee a future with me
Sleep so warm with bodies intertwined
All physical, but emotional isn't on mind
Why must you do this to me