Not a fan of the classics.

She wants magic.

Unreasonable attachments.

To love beyond all earthy considerations.

Up and over physical limitations.

Her heart beat’s racing against static situations.

She finds rhymes to unreasonable emotions, charged with the simple notion that Love isn’t made of flames..

but explosions.

She doesn’t want to believe life’s silver-linings are only made of brief moments of peace, and a few perks.

Eyes on the skies…

She’s waiting fire works.



Thrown around so often in this day-and-age, it might be easy to think lightly of what I’m about to say, so… First. Let me explain.

You are the light God set apart.

I am the night… You are the moon I earned by perfecting the dark. See how I enhance you?.. See how you define me?

Not meant to be. Had to be.

You are the ocean.. just washing and waving. I am dry land. Shifting and shaking, and…

Im softer when we’re embracing.

Everyday of my life I’ve spent creating… trying to make things… really anything out of everything.. ending with feelings that were fleeting and fading… Everyday felt like Monday — naturally draining, but you…

Well, you were like

that good rest on Sunday God was saving.

… I love you.

Feel the weight of what I’m saying?


Peel me down to the basics.

Unhook my chains, ropes and laces.

Replace my decorations with dedication.

Interrupt my meditation with motivation.

Fold my fictions and cover them with facts.

Throw away the mask- still intact.

Blaze my costume and Conclude my act.

Wash away my extras, add-ons and bonus features. Let it all burn out like a high fever.

empty me of everything I don’t need… of that which is not me… then

Drag me home like a lost-and-found child

if you really do love me..

Please don’t leave me wild


I know I need to leave you,

But how does one split the moon?

How can you separate the dirt from the wind in a monsoon?

You were me and I was you. Always one. Never two.

The time will come soon,

The great divide of one of a kind.

A masterpiece awoken and burned alive.

Inside, it evokes a feeling much like peeling apart the bones of my spine.

Inevitably interrupting the design of my mind.

Disrupting the rhyme on the two and four.

Won’t cry, just gaze in my eyes- puffy and sore, one last time, before the pieces of the moon hit the floor.

Road Trip.

Past the roof, above your sight line

Through the pollution, clouds and skyline

Further than the scattered stars, however far they may lay…

Beyond the reach of night and day

Zip past the Man on the Moon, who used to guide your way… if you want to linger there… and I know you do. That’s okay.

But soon, come through the planets that stick together like magnetics.

I know you, so yes… go ahead and stop by the rings of Saturn.

Then cruise by the Sun and wave to each ray one-by-one… don’t get too close or your wings will come undone.

Forget the yellow, red, gold and orange. you’ll have all of that in unlimited storage. A renaissance of color much like Florence.

Come now, just past the blue, purple, black, and grey

Through every piece of foreign debris that has broken and strayed

Beyond skinny seconds, medium minutes, heavy hours and light years

Far from Earth’s axis and gears

Away from force, fights, falls, and fears…

Time, temptations and tears

Extending past every black hole, where all grey matter folds

Past gravity and extraordinary portals of extraterrestrial cavities

No archives of heated lies or cold goodbyes where you’re traveling.

Do not be scared of that bright light glistening

It’s just me signaling

Please don’t rush. wait for your timing

I will wait. Right here by the gate

Come meet me in the 7th universe to the right; past that blazing God-like meteorite.

For our love will grow beyond what we could ever hope to fit in this life.



We both wanted to be in love

like before we knew what it really was.

When it was just sharing covers and covering our true colors.

Cheeks turning cherry red from what the other said while tryna figure out how to live and die in bed.

Back when hours went unnoticed. Days and months seemed stolen. We played at a pace not much different from pause… a bit slower than slow motion.

Your heart broken and mine frozen.

Damaged goods, but good together as I Iced parts of you that were torn and swollen.

And maybe

We won’t be


Just you and me…

but after all our old lovers’ commotion…

I think we both just… needed a moment.