We are
Little galaxies,
Every one of us.
We are filled with darkness
But also stars
And beauty
And endless wonder.

Feelings
They come trickling down
Washing like waterfalls wonderfully whispering white lies in your ear
“Why don’t you listen?”
Enticing,
“Come closer, dear.”

Feelings
They come angrily,
Stomping like soldiers soullessly
hurling daggers at your heart
Waiting for it to start
Or or maybe to stop
Beating

Feelings
They envelop you in their embrace
Eagerly reaching like they need attention
or they will die
Yelling
Until everything else
Becomes a lie

Feelings
They are why we live
Holding fast to us like they will never let go
We know they won’t
For fear of leaving us lost, wonting
In a world without beauty

In a world without

Feeling

The light touched my hand
And I was transformed
Back into the earth

The dirt I lay in
Seems to eat me
Knowing I have
no shovel
I began to delve

Mad at the world around
I began to see myself
Wanting to breathe
Just not on the surface

I've got to hide
Run away just for a short time
As the earthworms search me
I see a spotlight beneathe me

Someone else is waiting inside
They're there too
Just like i

Guess the lonely
Need the lonley

Let's sit across the water
Oceans apart, eyes connected
Inspiring eachother with words

Do you too, have those
Blue eyed daydreams?
Where your mind becomes foggy
And your eyes shimmer in memory
Do you have those thoughts too?

Let's sit on the water, listening
Oceans apart, hearts connected
Inspiring others with words

I started having dreams about you -
but apparently you dream about me too.

Starting to feel a little crush
about my past love.

But there is just something about you
that makes me feel the way that I do.

Her passion burns bright
her fire catches me
igniting my soul
aroused by lust violently
her flames engulfing me
consuming my mind
body held in captivity
submitting mentally
enchanted by her majesty

"I am gonna make love
under this sky
making stars jealous
About my moon shining so bright"

Would you be my moon?

I love you just the way you are,
but you don't see you like I do.
You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect.
Trust me, perfect should try to be you.

I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
beauty.