girl with the glow stick heart

She played at night in the greenery of the silent fields,
Glowing above weeds, vines and shrubs that grew to her mellow hums.
She had a heart that cured wounds of the worse,
And sparked smiles that lit up the skies.
Her heart shown through the cloth that lined her blouse,
Making her bleed colors; warm, lovely colors…
She spun circles in forests leaving a trail of neon lamplight, 
Which not even crows could swallow.
She hadn’t a name, for she couldn’t afford such a thing,
But she acted as if she could.
The young beauty had a face painted over with freckles,
And ashen, cut up lips that were held up by her bony dimples.
Her hair untidy on her head was tied in emblem ribbons that fell to her shoulders.
The youth was a artistry hushed, 
Sealed in pale flesh that was nailed to her bones ruthlessly.
Her soul was as sweet as candy coated in sugar and
She used this to travel the world helping others;
For she was the girl with the glow stick heart...

falling in love in europe
totally cliche
but that cannot be helped

airports

Sitting in an airport 
where loves come and go 
where family values are subject to flight scheduales 
where words are more than sounds 
and when goodbye can mean an eternity


here, i watch
taking off and landing go so smoothly 
but what if they didn't 
would you know how much you mean to me? 


if i crashed into the sea 
would you know that my dying thought
was in your memory? 


how a second will bring us an eternity...
we will never know 
but when the world is so small 
that men can orbit the world in eighty days 
every second matters 


when i am next to you 
the world is lying in my hands 
my orb of loveliness 
i will not let you fade away. 

please

wait...
i didn't mean it...

she is 100 %
...minus him

one in a billion

11:11 i wished for you

(had you wished for her?)

I wished you would at least look at me the next day

That i would get butterflies in my stomach, no matter how much that cliche hurt me

I prayed for you at the 11:00 bell

my chances with you probably lessened

because who prays to a god they don't believe in?

I chatted with you online,

I was abnormally happy,

but only for a second,

because then you weren't there

I chat with you in person

In the hall

Where we are

Just friends

but thats fine with me

I get to be with you

and thats all I need

11:11 I wished for you

but in reality

the odds of that coming true

are still

one in a billion

someone said

it used to be
when we were little
that we would strive for perfection
everything could and would be perfect
the fairy tale endings always came true

then
one day
something wasn't perfect
something in our lives was messed up
and for the first time
we didnt know what to do

so someone told us
practice makes perfect
so we practiced
over
and
over
trying as hard as we could to reach that perfection
to have a perfect life

then someone told us
no one is perfect

so we stopped
why bother?

and we let go of expecting perfection
we hold on to the rare perfect moments
and are okay with reaching mediocure life
we are okay with pain
because nothing is perfect anymore
and
thats
not
fair


but as someone once said




lifes not fair