

myth or reality?lay down next to me and watch our hair entwine weaving perfectly together making patterns too lovely for any cloth to bear like athena, we'll create a portrait to move the people cause of laughter cause of sorrow cause of anger cause of depression creating a maelstrom in an irridescent prism to shame the stars in the sky open the box let loose all themyth or reality?
terrible beauty paralyzing all in its path tamed only by the beasts that conquer the night and their music sorrowful and melancoly causing it to cry &n


when truth speaks, lies diewhat a worldwhen truth speaks, lies die
we live in where i shiver in my sleep and pumpkins grow in pots on trees and candle wax coats our senses masking the truth where teacups glisten on display and have tea parties while we sleep where stones grow on building walls surrounding
consuming false flames where emotion and poetry are considered work and drive the mind askew and headlog into insanity where propriety is more important than belief and the only good people lie outside the walls
of the justice system &nbs


i wished upon an airplanei wished upon an airplane mistaken for a shooting star hoping it'd come true and carry my wish back to youi wished upon an airplane
i fear the earth is dying and has been since its birth i'd swear upon the stars and even you they and you... they will always be there but i cannot for what if they disappear?
where would all the countless promises and oaths go? when they have no foundation any longer? floating around aimlessly searching for something concrete to base themselves on. they will wander from  


are eyes the answer?isn't it peculiar that we see all of life through our eyes? yet we cannot observe what we ourselves observe through? the postman can see our eyes but we cannot? the one thing that opens the door to our humanity and its perfect flaws is untouchable to the very people it belongs to but then again maybe it doesn't belong to us at all the modern day forbidden fruit that limits us for our own benefits from knowing the answers we possess from reading ourselves how the neighbor reads you how the liar rare eyes the answer?


How to...The sun sinks below the surface of the sky. The last bits of horizon Set themselves on fire… everything turns red, and wax drips from the melting clouds. the lawn chairs, skin color, everything turns ashen. as it getsHow to...
darker.
and. darker. The dandelion kisses me goodnight. Her chapped lips are like
The grass tickling my skin. Her yellow sundress fades into the ground
Its &nb
im still in the land of spanish speaking people
i have lttle time.....to live
im still looking for presents for you and my duck
for some reason i decided to imagine me marrying you as i wrote this
its quite entertaining, you should try
i miss you and i cant wait to come back and see you
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I like flowers because they have no bones.
I look forward to your birthday lovely one.
We still need to have our Zombie movie day....
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i had seven faces
thought i knew which one to wear
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you can never get blood on your light saber
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I like flowers because they have no bones.
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i have written few things in my life that i have truely liked, that i think worthy of the mere paper it rests on...
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