A blank sheet of ripples 
Let the ink roll down the tip
Many thoughts in the galaxy
Picking burning stars from the sky 
Words rumbling from the mouth 
Slipping out of the lips 
The earth calling out my name 
And I'll fall down down 6 feet under

The ripped mind

I look at you
You look at me
I'm thinking your not really looking at me 
I feel heat to my cheeks
Everytime I see you're blue eyes
Perusing me 

The time we meet 
I didn't know it yet
But now and then 
I look back 
Not to yesterday but to memories
They seem to fade away 

But my feelings stay.