i guess you could say i'm successful
i guess you could say i have potential
i guess you could say i have a bright future
but at what cost?

if your life is
pouring over endless pages and
vocabulary words
saturday classes and
the endless typing of monotonous papers
are you really living?

i want to be like the girls
who wear tight dresses
and drink too much on friday night

i want to point to a place on my map
pack up my things
and make new adventures

i want to feel the exhilaration
of falling through life
with no idea where i'm going to end up

i'm so tired of being
sensible
i want to be alive

She whispered to the
blue shy sky secrets of
love.While he told the
silver moon about his
online crush.Winters cold
breeze carried their words
above making the roses and
tulips flirt and exchange kisses
and hugs. Does he love me does
he not? Does she love me does
she not he thought. Angels twirled
at heavens doors as they watched
the young two blush from above
He never believed in online dating
But this girl got his feet up his lips
He was crushed by a few in the past.
But fate has its twist as they met on the
net. Both made a comment on youtube
Only two on the comment box. Only two
love the same song. "He's pretty cute."
"We love the same song!" The two started
exchanging emails That's where fate laughed
out its sparks. *Sparks that were brighter than
those we see in Central Park.
This was it they lit up each other's
dark. Getting all excited to meet up
in real life. He held her hand and that
was when she knew he's an angel in
disguise. Exchanging smiles he said "I want
you to be mine". "I'm willing to love you till
the end of time" she said. Laughs and
giggles spread they both felt light headed
and like little kids. I love you they said as
their lips first met ~

You.
You.
You.

I wonder
                    if my name
                    is tattooed
                    on the inside
                    of your                    eyelids

like your name
                    is tattooed
                    on the inside
                    of mine.

my smeared eyelids
from my black eyeliner,
are slowly closing and dropping,
all because i want to live in
a dream, in a world,
where you are mine,
and i am yours.

What makes you feel better
Than long walks at night,
A lung's breath of cold air,
Inklings of dreams and aspirations
With a halfhearted plan to get there.

I had a heart once.
It looked something like a locket that broke in two;

She took half,
And never gave it back

So now I love things incomplete.