like black charcoal smudges that turn soft
the two of you blend together
he is the romantic
not attacking you with love
but knowing when you need it
his vintage porsche in the shop
but he'll go home on the train
to work the grave shift
again
just to be with you
to make cookies with you
to see "the family"
and you are the girl
every art school boy noticed
the magenta, blorange, and
jet black
who somehow calms in his presence
it amazes me but I welcome it
and he is welcome too
i approve

away, the hours go.
the people will reach its zenith.
and when it does, it will fall.

blind, we all are.

dead, the world becomes.
asleep, night will no longer turn to day.
unseen, the world remains.

blind, we all are.

absorbed in daily affairs.
exhausted, all disappears into dust.
why? even you shall go to.

blind, yes, blind.

When was the last time you have laid your eyes upon this miracle of a world?

You're the Sun on a summer day
Your existence consumes me
I crave you

I know that you always wanted
to see a girl that
her eyes shined like diamonds
her attitude's like summer
and the way
she walks is like rain
but you never asked me what I wanted
because if you did
my answer would just be one word



        


                                              ­                       "you"

j.f

Your love is terrifying
It leaves me clinging to the earth
Dizzy, reeling with gravity
It leads me outside at midnight
To climb a mountain and watch the city
Sleep

Your power is thrilling
Your silence all-consuming
Your spirit a tongue of fire
Burning in my soul
I stepped upon the holy ground
Alone

Never alone, looking at the sky
Looking into your eyes
At two AM, in the rain
Being washed, being filled
Your call deafens me, I will follow you
Forever.

I know it’s late
But we need to talk
It’s getting later,
I wish I hadn’t called
But I need to say some things
I need to get to you
You make me angry,
You make me mad
You make me feel like I’m no good to be around
I know we just don’t match,
And I know you know it too,
But lately, there’s just something about you
That I can’t leave

All the flowers of the spring
Meet to perfume our burying;
These have but their growing prime,
And man does flourish but his time:
Survey our progress from our birth—
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.
Courts adieu, and all delights,
All bewitching appetites!
Sweetest breath and clearest eye
Like perfumes go out and die;
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun.
Vain the ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind,
And weave but nets to catch the wind.

I should have seen it coming,
The scream that was so well hidden.

I looked at you with no emotion
I said no words with confidence.

The glares you recieved;
Did they hurt you?

The laughter that shifted at you;
Did the tears fall?

This is apology is that of which
you don't deserve.

As you wallowed in self pity,
you could have stopped it.