Hide your scars
away from my lips
and maybe
illness will save us from past

Hide your lips
from my fire mouth
and maybe
we'll meet in the entrance of love

Hide your legs
from my one-thousand-eyes
and maybe
the end will take us
to the awakeness
or the misery
of being
two
sparks
of
divinity.

Hide your shame
into my chest
and i promise my love
i'll keep it safe
and clear
and pure

Hide anything
but
your
soul.

I'm a pawn on your board,
A piece in your game,
But with eclectic pulses,
It's never quite the same.

If you've ever tried a melon,
You'll taste the sour souls,
All around the auburn flames,
And filled with solid holes.

The angels speak of falling,
Of going down the drain,
And all around the crystal light,
You'll always go insane.

Coherence is all relative,
All time has gone away,
Shapes will twist the life out of you,
And your mind has gone astray.

Emma Watson without question is the most amazing woman that has ever existed.

I have your (our) CD on my walkman
It's playing
all our fears and regrets
all our promises and dreams
It's playing the past
before people left
before we left
before everything
started to change.

You explode on impact. The dying wait for your return. The masses covered in body parts and blood. The resting place for an eternal sunshine. It crawls up your spine, and whispers down your ear. You refuse to listen, but they still won't give up. You won't give in. If blood is what they want, blood is what they'll get. It dwells from within. A star explodes and then all went dim.

lettuce forget just for
two hours that we just
met and really you could
be anyone, and lettuce
sustain our teenage
stereotypes, nourish them
with our shared saliva
by the fire -
we are cold and soft
like snow and we are
happy to share our
lizard tongues and lizard brains,
our foolish young
emotions firework in our skulls,
ricocheting against the walls.
sparks.

earlier i watched snow drift down
the chimney,
slowly melt, while ash
was propelled back up
by hot air:
neither sustained for long
in new environments, in foreign
air;
similar up-and-down particles
which i watched while
our hot sweaty hands lay open
like flower petals,
at our sides waiting.
someone had to move
(i did),
petals clasped together and
i noticed the warmth and roughness
of your hands.

i smiled and continued
to watch the flames.

Rocketship
Pistol on my hip
Quick Shooter
No Hitter
One Hitter
Quitter

Express the depress
in your chest
scribble scrabble
blither blather
doesn't matter.

our fears
Are made up,
Drawn in the sand.
Our fears
Will be erased
By the various tides
Of the oceans

So let our fears
And our hurt
Be washed away
It's okay to let go
Of our fears
That keep us in our shells

We need to be the little *****
That love to come out
And experience all that the world has to offer
And that let go of what is blocking our way out
To the sunshine
And the oceans