When I'm with you, I feel safe and carefree. Nothing in the world matters apart from you and I. I could lay in your arms all day, whilst you admire me from above. Your laughter is music to my ears. To hear your happiness, makes all my sadness dissapear . Your smile luminates my day.

Burning bright
Like a candle lit
'Luminates a life
I'll help you find it
Give me your hand
Mine's mostly warm
So I can hold you
Against this storm
Oh, so cold you are!
What trick is this?
Who are you really?
What did I miss?
The candle's out!
Where did it go?
What happened here?
I deserve to know!
You took my heat
My heart as well
You said you loved
And so I fell
You took my warmth
Gave me your cold
So deep inside
It makes me old
Old, alone
Forsaken too
All of this
Because of you
Just one *****
My candle died
No more light
I'm dead inside

- 07/09/09

it's so beautiful*
*******.
it's a heartless ***** that luminates the dark sky as dreamers lie to themselves
romanticizing and influencing young everywhere to love dream and hope alike, when it stalks upon the sun.

despite all this,
the red on your white pants
makes humiliation sound a lot better than the repulsion of a custodian finding a used **** pad, soaked in red
clogging up the toilet.
dear.

it's a ****** that flaunts upon it's charms
while lingers in the blue sky staring up at the sun.

the red in the sun,
burns eyes so that the neurons in the optic nerve
die and somehow gives you a miraculous squint
but it's far more better than the repulsion of the custodian finding "lady" napkins  clogging the toilet hole.
dear.

someone's always got to be a custodian don't they?

The road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew  down the highway,
Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio,
"When I'm far too tird to fall asleep"  they say,
A car rushes round the corner so I switch my lights to low.

A Buzz or two,
A twinckle light luminates the middle concile,
U coming home baby? We miss you:(

Heh,
I miss u2

A little  girl goldest hair  you can  think of pops into my head,
"Daddy" she says  arm streched wide inviting,
"Welcome home, Daddy," the lovliest women  you'd ever seen said,
I walk in and the aroma of chiken, mash patatos, and fresh cut bean meet me I'm home in time for supper that's supprizing.

God it's so late,
My headlights chase after the yellow dashed line,
Buzz When you get hom we should go on a d8
22 miles till home says the sign.

Such a long drive,
but to where I'm going it's worth it,
into bed's the first place I'll dive,
all the rain glows like a candle that's lit.

Buzz We can't  wait 2c u:)
Reply me 2

I set me phone on the dashboard as I start to round the mountian's sleek edges,
Rain sets the road like ice,

Buzz! I love you;)

In the distance apears yellow wedges,
My breaks are squeaking mice.

Hydroplaning we lose control,
My head bashes gainst the air bag,
driffting away is my soul,
Head hung eyes sag.

Buzz *I love you

She is beautiful to say the least maybe even perfect. Words can not define her beauty. She glimmers like a diamond at the bottom of a clear cool lake. Her smile luminates the earth and pumps the air with oxygen.   She makes this bland tastless world titulating and flavorful. But most of all she gives me hope. When I see her i know everything is going to be ok.

I.
The gleaming moon shined light
Emits bright luminesce, Paul holding his breath.
Floats over the hills
Valleys and streams, shadow of doubts.
Count it, another star rises!
And falls burning.
He wonders about the lantern of faith,
hides an omen of a stormy night

II.
Of those star turbulences of tragedy
Of these days passed with no respite

He lifted the lantern, his soul withstood.
He pondered on a one-way path
Confused but never scared, Listen－
the mountains echoed

III.

A lantern luminates its own soul
and
you are my light, Paul mumbles,
Absorbing all sparkles， Look
over folk lore, they glow.
Glittery magic, under a mellow hill
He lifted the lantern, a full moon
the faith and fairies bestow

04/July/2020

The moon luminates the midnight valley
Reflecting off the glass like serene lake
Soothing like the melodius sirens call
Atop a mountain ravaged by time
A lone tree stands bearing the weight of the sky
Lightning shaped cleave marks leave their trace
Blood red leaves flap like a flag in the slight breeze
Pitch black clouds form above the tree
Thunder sparks hues of golden tint
The atmosphere grows heavy
As if a higher being were watching the scene
Thunder descends upon the tree
With a loud roar of *******
Another cleave is left on its bark
Leaves drop painting the valley and lake
Asundered from their mothers embrace.

Look, we don't know.
None of us do.
It's all a good show,
pretending to.

It's a healthy dose
of doubting,
wealthy closed
off pouting, sitting,
thinking, ruminating
until it all gets through
and it luminates you too.

It's every day, another
cycle, new problems bother.
Life as a whole over time
and over goal.

Just say, another spin is coming,
another ship is landing,
another first couple of steps
in this ever expanding
repeater of the same.

Just say, we can take another go,
make another climb, dangerous or lame.
Because when we say we can,
it helps us all stay sane.