The sun and the moonthe sun loved themoon so muchhe died every nightto let her breathe
I Miss YouI'm not going to tell you I miss you,I'm not going to make myself look weak,And I hope that you're doing the same,And maybe that's why you won't speak to me.
Herobut darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. because everybody's too busy trying to save t h e m s e l v e s.
Dorothyi will never forgetthat time i grabbed your hipsjust rightand mixed with the cocktailof my lips and your lipsyou let out that involuntarysighand all of the sudden i was Dorothy andyou were the strongest tornado i have ever seen
Mathim not very goodat dividingor multiplying by xbut i wishmore than anythingthat i was good with numbersso i could figure the exact formulaof the curve your skin makeswhere it stretches over your cheek bone.
My Hearts Funerallast week i attended a funeralfor my hearti threw my nerves and sanityin the coffinand covered them with thick dirta flower on top, like a cherry on a sundaeever sincei haven't felt like anything was missinguntil i saw you todayand i felt nothingit was a foreign feelingim still trying to decidehow things can change so much.
Drugsif i couldi would take that smileand inject it directly into my blood streammy parents warned me about drugs in baggiessold on the streetbut never the oneswith teethand a heartbeat.
Touchi thought i knew what fire felt likeuntil i experiencedone of your taste budsbrushing the inside of my thigh.
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleepbeside you, I no longerhad need for nightlights.
A Corner of Skya light blue cloud singing in your hand folded once, then once more; the wings of your origami crane I breathe in deep the flesh-like tissue uplifting me through fluttering lids to a corner of skyall to myself, lighter than birds kiting through the draft and rush, reaching for the sun I have no voice with which to sing no feathers, I; still I bank and soar,trying to remember you
available nowlove is like a bruiselurking just beneath your skinbegging to be born
ellie.she was always agalaxy, and i am not allowed to touch stars.
Hakuna Matatano cares in this worldsing hakuna matataand just fly away
Advice from Master ShaoAs the Spinda movesSo the grass on the hill flowsA beautiful danceAs the Swablu singsSo does the wind in the treesA beautiful songAs the LunatoneRises in the evening skyThe moon does alsoBreath as the breeze doesAllow the wind to carryYour spirit awayThe world always movesRegardless of what you doYou must also moveSing like the SwabluRise just as the LunatoneDance like the SpindaStop to enjoy lifeOr it will move without youAnd you will be lost
and poetry is our baby.We are old lovers,words and I, finding shelterthrough the stroke of pens.
Masterpiecea Monet sunsetdotted along the canvaswith clouds by Van Gogh
another doomed doomsdaymankind set their clocksthe omniscient unknowingslept through the rapture
LipsYour lips are like wineand I want to get drunk.