If I Were Honest.
I could pretend to hate you
and say you never changed anything
and you can keep telling everyone
that I don't even figure
as a footnote in your life

but if I were to be honest
I would say that

your kiss is the one
I will compare all future kisses to

well now you know
and maybe, you feel you have
some sort of power over me

well,
you would be right
while I'm floating aimlessly in your atmosphere
searching for some gravity
all you do is smile
like you know I'm a fool

well,
you would be right.

We're Alone.
This is a poem about someone else
so don't look away
don't hurt yourself
(when you look in their eyes)
you might see me staring back
I am the mirror
and you've picked out the devil in the details
so grab hold of the one you love
and tell them that with every touch
   you feel the sun rise from your hips
tell yourself it isn't a sin
that you're still moved by the tornadoes I stoked
   when I stroked your skin
and we could be so wrong together
like the stars and the moon
   destined to outshine the other
but we can never be right for anyone else
(but) this is a poem about someone else
and if you're on your own
don't look away
don't hurt yourself.

Thoughts Marooned.
Ocean waves rising and falling
she is breathing
   she is alive
and the midday sun kisses her great blue expanse
hitting her skin
  setting diamonds ablaze
forget the sunburn
 forget its sweet sting
with a look in your eyes
nothing compares
  and nothing ever will.

Dew Drops.
I will hold you
gently at first
and then all at once
till you feel me
my weight upon you
my arms around you
pulling you in
crushing on you
like the dew as it sits heavy upon blades of grass
and before dawn I will leave you
with nothing but a moist souvenir from my lips
a kiss farewell
before the morning light.

I Saw An Old Man Today.
I saw an old man today
he was stood on the edge of forever
with a weary smile
he closed his eyes
and whispered a name
before taking a step
into the unknown,

and I swore
I would never be like the old man
but here I stand
with a longing in my heart
and a name tattooed across my arm
the wind she calls my name
like I wished you would a thousand times
and I take one step forward
into the unknown.

They Say That Truth Hurts.
They say that truth hurts
and maybe it should
because sometimes
we need a punch in the throat
something to wake us up
from this drunken stupor
we continue living
day in, day out
like how you walk around believing
that no one understands you
you feed yourself pretty little lies
it starts off hard to swallow
but with time, a lie becomes a fact
and how convincing you can be
and the crease on your forehead
grows deeper with every day
although secretly you have to admit
it amuses you that people even care
maybe it is our fault
our fault for feeding your petulance
feeding it with care and compassion
you must feel so proud of yourself
for fooling the naïve denizens
because well,
snap your fingers
a dozen shoulders-to-cry-on appear like magic
or maybe your boyfriend tells you you're perfect
and you don't have to change a thing
maybe your girlfriend swears your parents are insane
"it's your life, you should do what you want"
screw that,
society itself is wrong
nobody gets you like you get yourself
and don't you wish everyone would just mind their own bloody business
but here's the thing
look at yourself right now
what do you see
you think that frown is cool
or is it really the truth
does society really have it against you
maybe the problem is you
for once have you ever stopped and wondered
could it be that I'm wrong
and they're right
because no matter how irritating your parents may be
they're the only ones you've got
not all parents are good
sure, but what about yours
she carried you for nine months
has she ever asked you for back dated rent
has she ever complained that you wrecked her body
leaving her with stretch marks and flabby skin
has he ever asked for a refund on your education
how about when he had to wash your backside
or when you soiled his shirts with your tears and snot
and you're listening to your boyfriend or girlfriend over them
what does someone you met 3 months, 6 months, 1, 2 or even 3 years ago know about you
maybe,
just maybe
you're wrong and they're right.

Valerian.
So many faces
screaming
as white noise is a blanket of silence,

a heart overcompensates
as the past and present collide
in a dizzying motion
she is searching for a door,

someone is reaching for her
and certain things can seem so rational
pressed against the glass
of a cold and frosted smile,

but she came from beyond time
where eternity rests in the footsteps of her clay feet
her soul will grow
and she will piggyback a secret
a covenant
though cracked and blistered
of immortal love.