Facts ‘Round Midnight

1.

During a passionate kiss,

it is possible for you to hear nothing

but the beating of ones heart.

So, I kissed you one more time

To make sure I was still alive.

 

2.

According to the Bible,

Thinking of someone else during sex

Is a cardinal sin

(punishable by nothing).

 

3.

My heart is always wanting you,

Like a child wanting to

Speak for the first time.

It’s waiting for the most

Opportune time to feed on the past.

 

4.

When a hansom man walk up to you

And you want to talk to them,

Say “I’ve got to know you now,

For we me never meet again.”

Know to take chances.

 

5.

Telling the truth sober

And telling the truth drunk

Are two completely different moments.

 

6.

There is no greater thrill

Than being kissed in the rain.

 

7.

I wish I could say it breaks my heart

That I walked away from

Your fairy tale.

 

8.

If someone asks you

Are you sexy?,

You always say, “I’m beautifully smart.”

 

9.

I’m afraid I’ll die young

Like everyone around me.

 

10.

According to the Torah,

One of the most beautiful things to happen

Is to be awake from midnight until dawn.

And because of this I’ll have more time

To get in a lovely state of mind with you.

Raging Winds of Caged Wings

Is this a lasting love,

Or something passing?

Because I’d like to know

If I can be sure of

All the times you said you wanted me.

But, then something changed in me

And all I could do was deny this thing.

 

So when the night comes

And your all alone

Don’t think of me

As what could be.

Think of what was and that

I’m not your love.

I don’t buy souls.

 

I just sell them,

Since I’m already going to hell.

And I’ve got no problem with that

Since I am my own.

And you are just a pawn

Of this whole mind game.

But what happens

 

When I want a real love?

Message In A Heart Shaped Glass

You ask me.

You ask me why the sky is blue

And the grass is green.

Why your veins are blue

And your blood stains red.

You ask me.

You ask me why I love you

And not another.

 

My dear.

My dear you are the sky that is blue

And that grass is green.

For if you were not apart of me,

Where would that leave you?

And your veins are blue from

The ice running to my heart.

And the red that you see

Is the moment I cut away from you,

to leave.

 

Never tell.

Never tell me why the sky is blue

And the grass is green.

Why your veins are blue

And your blood stains red.

Never tell me.

Never tell me why I love you

And not another.

 

A Soul.

A soul is what is trapped

Inside this body

Yearning to break free.

But that day may never come,

To keep me at bay.

So I hold onto your body

Like an infant at dinner.

This is just a cage,

That cannot be broken.

 

The Truth.

The truth will set us free,

They say

But what if the truth is a lie,

In some weird way.

Honestly, honesty, it’s just us now.

The truth is,

We’re all alone now.

Chances Are All I Have Now (So Take Them)

I don’t dream like I did before,

Like when I was younger.

But last night something hit me like a prophecy.

Nothing but black,

And a reflection of me

Sitting at a bar

With a bottle of Jameson,

Is all I’d ever be.

I don’t like the taste,

It just makes the colors brighter.

 

Congrats to all the nice guys

Who are safe.

But tonight I’m seeking danger,

Like this man sitting on the side of the road

Drinking a 40 and swaying from place to place.

I’m sorry,

but you’re a mystery to me.

Even though we’re all supposed to me the same.

It’s just a favor, a favor to me,

To keep my sane.

 

So to all those who say they fear heights,

We just fear the fall,

And because of this

We never jump in the deep end,

Deep end of our minds.

So let us open them

One more time.

As he took a swig,

he asked me what I believe.

And I said,

 

Only the rich are afforded.

But I believe in you.

And I never bow my head anymore

because I’m always thankful and

I don’t dream like I did before,

Like when I was younger.

But last night something hit me like a prophecy.

Nothing but black,

And a reflection of me,

Is all I’ll ever be.

It’s An Internal Sacrifice, Called WWIII.

I am sure we’ve all looked at ourselves one time or another and not liked what we saw in the reflection.

Everyday it may be like World War III, fighting with your head and your heart.

But, what happens when you or I can no longer face our demons to keep them at bay?

How Is This Any Different Than Before?

If a kiss is only a kiss,

than what is a dance without the twists?

Just because you want to keep on moving it

don’t mean that you have it.

So, keep on rocking with it

and keep on shaking it

so we don’t get cold.

We may have just sold ourselves to

the dark side,

but that’s where we go to sleep-

right?

And if a kiss is just a kiss,

then why we do we keep on doing it?

What am I supposed to think

of your coffee stained lips

with smoke drenched breath?

Just because you inhale doesn’t make you smart,

just a little closer to death.

Like every time I breathe-

time gets a little closer to

the dark side,

but that’s where we sleep-

right?

And if a kiss is just a kiss,

then why do we have lips?

Tea Of Dreams.

The steam rolling off this tea

is floating away,

like my dreams

rising to the stars of that vast and endless sky .

Each particle has its own fiber,

own being.

Trying to escape

and find something bigger

than you or I.

But this tea is mine,

in the sense that as I drink it

the liquid will pass through my organs.

Free flowing.

Just like my dreams do every night

as I whisper to the sky.

Each syllable,

every vowel,

drifts up

until a certain light

captivates my night.

No Wicked Witch Here

The one who sleeps in the next room.

I wonder what she thinks at night?

Sometimes life can throw you curve balls, and other times, sugar.

Does she tell herself that everything is going to be all right?

She is my sugar, though there is no melting in this life.

It’s Sunday FUNday!

It's a wonderful day!

Another start of the week has come (if you count Sunday as the start of the week ) and for me, it’s going to be a busy one!

Woke up at 7:30, I couldn’t sleep any more.

So, I decided to get up, open my shade, stare outside and think of 10 things I was grateful for.

Yes, yes, I did write them down.

I even think I will start doing this everyday. Write 10 things I am grateful for, no matter how insignificant or giagantic they might be, they have meaning!

I challenge all of you (if you aren’t already doing this) to write down every day 1o things you are grateful for, as well as, take 20 minutes to just do something for yourself in that time you are writing down what you are grateful for (it can be a couple of words or a couple of sentences for each, don’t limit yourself).

Trust me, it’s well worth it!

Here’s my list for today (in no particular order):

Music

My family

Friends

Play grounds

People who believe in me

My dreams

Nail polish

Tea

Pens

Postage Stamps

Day After Day

I’m sitting at my computer,

typing with my short nimble fingers.

What has my life come to these days?

It seems to me that I’ve gotten from point A to B

in a way

that

I don’t even remember.

It just is

and

that’s ok,

i guess.

It just seems repetative

day

after

day.

Doing the same thing

every

day.

Sometimes I just wish that something would fall from the sky

to change this course my destination point is on.

Yes, I am grateful

don’t get me wrong.

There is just something more,

I don’t know what it is,

but I’m going to find it.

Searching.

So,

I’m sitting at my computer,

typing with my short nimble fingers.

What has my life come to these days?

I’ve got no idea.

But,

I’m going to make it worth something.