In my arms,
or simply
right
beside
me,
I will
watch over
You
as you dream.
As soft
moonlight
transitions
gradually
into
the gentle rays
of
the coming dawn,
I will be here
to meet you
first.
For you are
my sweetest
good night,
and all that is
good
in the morning.

Do you know
what helps
a writer
write?
Is it the way
that he feels
for you?
That wistful
yearning,
ever
prevalent,
consuming
the entirety
of his days.
Is it in
the distance?
Miles apart
and yet so
undeniably
close.
Is it in
the moments
spent with you?
Infinity
times
Infinity.
Or is it
your
love
that he has,
every waking
moment,
that helps
a writer
write?

if I ever leave

there's a million others
thinking about you

I'm not one

I am nothing

I accept it

I feel like everything

imagine a dream scenerio

where I can hear the waves

the wind picks up my spirit

I have it all

when one asks you to share a poem of your own
what do you send

a poem from years ago
full of uncertainty

a poem from yesterday
filled with confusion

a poem of love
a poem of sadness

a poem with rage
a poem with fear

secretly all fatigued

they're all filled with bits of my life

I sowed each letter and word
I tied them together
with my breath
finished the last sentence

I don't know which of all to send
I have no favorites
one is not better than the rest

I'll send one from today
if it's still breathing

The heartbreak is there.
As we move on
loved ones disappear.
Still, we sing them alive in songs.

Everyone we know
will surely die
and in this simple verse
I sit and cry

we're two matches burning together slowly

all i feel is warmth and light around me
even if i'm one day closer to dying

There was an angel who fell from the sky
And I mended his broken wings
But it pained me so
When he had to leave
He blessed me goodbye
And kissed me on the cheek
And promised that
He’d come back for me

you must love the control
you must love the lies
you must love the mind games

brainwash me
brainwash me

my life is a dream

everything I know
unfolding
a lie slips out

tell me again
your twisted fairytale
sounds so real

your magic
doesn't work on me

I love you
for trying

all my life
I fed off your tragedies

your shadow
your reflection
I broke the mirror
and cut myself with the broken pieces

it's not your fault

you must love
you must love it