That day I walked away from your room and your life, I never would have guessed I was walking away from my heart. Those days after I couldn't stop thinking about you. I broke down and cried when I finally realized that I really do love you, not just because i say i do, but because i felt it too. In every dream i was with you as a couple. There were dreams of us with a child calling out to you. A little blonde blued eyed boy, just like you. I could not just walk away from those feelings and ou...

This strong heart beats against my breast telling a love story.

You grew up knowing that everything was going to be different. Different in the sense that you would never grow up. Because always feeling young adds a beautiful purity to the owner of the feeling. Everyone whom stands in the middle of the street and pretends to be superman or woman or anyone who yells at the top of their lungs just to feel the ringing in their ears, are not the people in the world willing to grow up. Those people are the ones that create the great films like Harry Potter and...

To this empty heart that beats, do no burden me. Allow my happiness to remain in the abundance it has found. Writhing and flowing in the colors of paint forever. Create the colors that justify my happiness' beauty. To the blue and green thank you for your brilliance. To the reds and yellows thank you for your fire. These colors enfume my soul with creativity. To the body this soul is bound, live well and permit life to enter at will. The soul needs to be fed grand colors, colors painted over ...

How can you touch me sweetly and look into my eyes, All the while telling me how beautiful I am. What do you see when you look in my eyes, Do you see your own vanity, your image that is so erotic to the touch. No you see the shit brown that covers the pupils to my eyes and it disgusts you. Life to you is a revolving door and you are the hinge it is placed to encircle. Always spinning in the same direction to follow you. Well honey, my pride and dignity has run up and the highway is long so I ...

Peace finally comes when my eyes close these thoughts of broken fingers and cuts touch every inch of my brain the evening lights only kill my pupils the sun dances in my mind , singing songs as it stomps on my twisted fingers my insides churn from the decay setting in i am a walking zombie dead but alive and craving everyone else's productive lives listening as the monophonic voice breaks my sound barrier splitting the eardrum bodies and more bodies accumulate in this cemetary of brainwashed ...

You turn me inside out, pulling and tugging me into oblivion. I cannot think anymore, you have caused my brain to shut down. I only think of your essence and the smell you leave behind. Your intellect halts me and intertwines with the phrases you render. I am under your sensual tendrils, it breaks me down and holds me at a stand still. Every piece of my body longs for the touch of you skin. The warmth of your breath, would be the exact cure for my longing pain. Hold me in your spiritual grace...

She's wearing dresses on the borderline, looking again awaking senses that were lost in time, make amends this liberation is the one they'll love for ages hey man i've seen it comin, yeah Just cut those tresses, make you look so fine, you're a ten put on that shirt and you'll look so devine, drown in men Thhis generation wont forgive those signs of aging Hey man i've seen it comin, yeah I've got my ticket for the next makeover I've got my ticket for a stolen ride I believe, believe, believe i...

Sitting on a corner bench all alone, a boy sits with his notebook and a grin. Always mysterious is he and his colorful face always changing shades when I say Good Day. He never looks up from his notebook, he is scribbling something only he will ever see. I want to know what he writes, is it anything about me? I am sitting alone on a bench writing in my journal when she walks by and says Good Day. She is the one that takes my breath away, so I manage a smile. Does she know I think of her? Does...

Hard to recognize something good, even when the goal is not to be seen. I am closer to an end than a beginning, if you think in the sense of a completion. I can not see you. I have terminated my infatuation. I still want to hold your hand, want you to touch my face. Our love ended today. How high can a love fly if there are not attachments? No strings are pronounced, just a flirtation of ideas. I am tired of my isolation, I need some human connection. A touch or a laugh. Something to signify ...