start going and stop talking
love is the only thing alive here
now just hold my hand, dance in the rain
cus you know when we love each other
only the good kind of Rain will come down. 

too young for my body
too old for him
my soul sits high in existence

space and sunlight all i ever need.
all i ever see: empty, nothing.
human bodies all around.
some speak, some listen, some destroy
some love. 
all these humans are soulless.
all these humans only exist on Tuesdays.

old notebook poem series... 

Woke up.

Flowers fall

The room is full of love

And I’m scared again

Nothing but the ceiling moves.

Her voice shines in the moon light.

Cigars.

Don’t be afraid to chase what you love, with a bee in a carriage.

I am a coyote with sunglasses, what stands before me is the unknown.

Vegetable knees, and really nice bumblebees. Your eyes speak the language of your lover.

Just before us, lilies weep in the garden all morning, while the acid rain falls.

The Church bells ring, the dead children decide to sing, and the Yellow Moon fills the sky.

Tonight, all the bugs will die, the trees with sew their hopes into clouds, and the stars will sing.