Your smile makes it hard not to tell you your beautiful.
Your eyes have made it hard not to tell you your mesmerizing.
Your voice makes it hard not to tell you your calming.
Your actions make it hard not to like you.
You're really making it hard.
For me not to like you so much.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

In the sky, I breathe
evaporation of memory,
the fading patterns grey
distorting visions towards the future

Cast me as a stone
into cataclysms of
dolorous clouds,
where the corpse of the moon
eclipses sun; my sleeping heart

I disperse into the distance of space
lifeless serenity,
where my skin disintegrates
and sets the soul free ...
into desolation

I, sink -
cast as a stone -
forgotten in the depths.

The world is a storm.
colorful
loud
warm
I stand here
just on the edge
watching in wonder
as everything spins around
seeming safe and dangerous all at once

I am a storm too.
silent
dark
cold
so different
from the world
and not so easily noticed
sitting in the other storm's shadow
closing my eyes and waiting for the sun

i
   write
            because
                        my
                             thoughts
                                           won’t
                                                   stop
                                                         talking

many will love a red rose
but few will love its thorns

many will like a blue sky
but few will not curse the rain

many will adore the moon
but few will actually gaze at it

You where a rose unlike any other
You invited me to grip you tight
You knew your thorns shined bright
Yet I gripped with all my might
Just to have my blood come to sight
“It’s love” I said
“Look at all the red”