Moon

You are quiet and soft. You are the reflection of a star. Today you are seen, my back on my trampoline.

Glow, grow, and know that I am watching you turn new. I am conscious of your subconscious. I am your flower in the dark. Stay longer so that I can flourish. I will be your company.

Nowhere

I'm in the air... no ground beneath me, no sky above. I'm not falling any more than I am flying. There's no glow of joy on my face, no cry for help in my eyes. I am stagnant. I am stale. And life passes by.

Insomnia

Night after night, sun light to lamp light, I lay and I stand, neither of which my eyes are closed. I enjoy solitude at times, when I can hear myself.  I enjoy it also when a million thoughts cannot parade my mind. My dreams are a capsule of a much different solitude. If only I could stop this, stop writing, stop thinking. Stop the monotonous cycle of being.

Thoughts On Paper

When I sleep, I don't close my eyes 

When I dream, I see memories of a summer

When I love, I can't help but sleep

If I could write a song, I’d write it just for you
It would have deep meaning of value

Because what I lack in my voice, I make up in my heart

I'm not a musician, but I try so hard

Oh, I have dreams of you, I am singing to you

To be able to speak, with such melody

That's all I ask, is that you listen to me

We stay in the apartment, from day until the dust
We wake up like the owl, food always was a must

Late nights with the city lights

Just other cars and passing bars

It's the simple things that make us who we are...

Who we were... when the leaves had more color

And I was much stronger...