Moonlight.
Lights up the night.
Keeps you out of the dark.
It casts a defiant sheen over life.

She is his moonlight.
She lights up the night.
She keeps him out of the dark.... sometimes.
But she's defiant, and she wants everything that is not hers.

Sunshine.
Brilliant and stunningly bright.
Adds a sparkle to his life.
Keeps you out of the dark but also brings light.

I want to be his sunshine.
I want to add a sparkle to his life and his eyes.
I would keep it light,
Fun loving and free.
Just the way young kids should be.

The moon gets it light from the sun.
I am no longer her ghost.
She will be my ghost.
She will want what I have,
And what I love most.
I will not be her follower.
I'm going to take him far.
I will be my own star.
I will get him away from the world and bring him to the stars above.
I will bring him to me. And the universe will too.
I will be his sunshine....... Someday at least.

The sun does not need a moon.
The moon needs a sun.
I am no longer the moon.
My journey to the sun has begun.

There's this glass cylinder full of water
inside my chest
it quivers and shakes lately
when people talk
and try to reach out
and touch
threatening to break and spill
green seaweed and red and goldfish
from my eyes down to my feet
to tangle around my ankles
and disappear into the shower drain
till I find new ones

Liquid courage to numb the pain.
Intoxicated to forget.
Offbeat blood, sent from heart to vein.
Returns with a guest, she just met.


She closes up, leaves the bar clean.
To her apartment, around three.
In bed she lays, counting some sheep,
That mock her, thinking she will sleep.
She hears the crickets’ lonely beat.
Reminding her of creeps she meets.
Sometimes they have a potential start.
But never truly go that far.


Each night dealt with some other cards.
But slowly starts to build up guard.
She puts less time in her makeup.
But drunks continue to pick up.
She joins in shots, hopes to pass out.
But in her head she hears the shouts.
Her heart’s hunger for real love.
Her clouded thoughts rise above.


A newly turned insomniac.
No longer sleeping on her back.
Till curtains peek with starry eyes.
So bright, leaves a forceful rise.
Her sobs like strings of violin.
A void no liquor can fill in.
Despite how much she tries to drown.
The aches resonate with shrill sounds.


Another night, still found no one.
A man enters, two drinks and done.
She questions him, “What is the rush?”
Always pulled into a quick crush.
But never really tends to last.
As he mumbles about his past.
A bartender, like therapist.
As alcohol reveals the gist.


Now drunk and loud, he starts to shout.
Before his crash, he raises doubt.
He talks about, the best he lost.
Always at home, waits for the toss.
She cheers him up, when in a rut.
He gets up again, “That **** mutt!
To see her hurt, curled up in bed.
I held her paw, up till her death.”


The next night, slept pretty early.
He was perfect, brown hair curly.
Her eyes were lost, but not with lust.
Enjoyed his smells, delicious must.
A piece of her, became a part.
Happy to save his sinking heart.
Rescued him, he slept on her rug.
Named Milo, her three-legged dog.

No one knows you're the moon
in my secret sky
I want to talk to you, sweetie
but I'm so shy!

I want to walk with you,
but I'm nervous
You are so cute and so sweet,
but your mom is dangerous!

Sweetheart, I love you so much,
but I'm worried;
You still act like you're very young
that's why I'm confused!

Every day I carry a weight on my shoulders

This is a Cold War but I’m the only soldier

I’m already 16 feet underground
I hear the voices in my head when no one else is around

I can’t just walk the street by myself anymore
They get louder

There’s more of them now
I can barely overpower them

But I’m not alone anymore, at least for now
While you’re here with me the voices settle down

I don’t sleep anymore.
Sometimes I don’t eat
I heard depressed rats don’t eat
I’m a rat.
People don’t like rats