Maybe it's in the air now.
Maybe there is too much going around.

Higher places make people wanna ascend already.
The taste on your tongue comes that quickly.

Gravity isn't lovely,
Most were taught that as kids.

Years later,
hopping on a ship named Titanic 2.
It wasn't for the free *****.


It's always the same.
People dying for the same mistakes.
Shorter life for better times,
the equation never changes.

Why don't they put their arm out like a soldier and them allow them to not pass?
Do they want them to realize?
Do they want them to be like the rest?

Like pond ****?

As I think about you,
my mind goes blank,
my breathe goes sharp
my head goes drunk.

It is a feeling of ecstasy.
rushing around my veins
loosing all my chains
like a butterfly flying all day.

All I know is that
we have the same feelings
same vibes
same directions

But, like an unchained melody
everything might be inside my head.
keeping all the dusts and trust.
twirling beneath rusts.

Oh and I think.
I like you so bad.

You are my only shooting star
The song of your name burns my heart
You rule over my fantasies
The heavens conspired for us to meet

I see you run silently your heavenly dance
Your faraway light is my providence
I should like to touch your hand
But I won't tear you down
My shooting star, keep flying on

Scorch the skies in your falling and burn away the tracks of time
The stars have waited for this moment, fragment of the grand design
You touch the faces of constellations while I am ever bound to earth
No matter how far away I wait, no matter how long I have to pray
Our desires will endure

You are my only shooting star, run your circuit across the night
Your flame exhausted in an instant, forbiddingly fleeting, eternally bright
You wouldn't have it any other way
Your memory will never fade
The chorus of a thousand stars will remember you by your light

I slowly sink here writing this wondering will anyone ever remember will these words be remembered or forgotten will we be remembered will anything be
or will we all be forgotten scientist say the sun will die in 5 billion years so we have up until then to make are mark to show we are worth more to show that we deserve not to be forgotten so i know that these words will be forgotten but hopefully i wont be

Mind’s clogged up.

And the paper thirsts
for verse and rhyme.

Nib’s asleep
and the ink’s blotchy...

I am bloated
with haphazard thoughts,
but I’m purging...

a few words at a time.

I'm running into an open field,
Flowers in my hair,
I love the way you gaze
It sets me ablaze
I'm dying to talk to you
Though I'm too shy
Why even try
Hello soon turned to goodbye.