When the Stars Fall

“Let's run away" he says

So they do

She just gets in his beat down Camaron
ever asks were they're goingand falls asleep

She wakes to a tugging on her sleeve
They're are parked on the side of a one lane road
shadowed by tall, dark trees.

"Let's go"

The sky is a gaudy, boastful red-purple, all bright-brilliant.
The sun hangs tumor-like and red, seems frozen where it is.
She stares right at it.

He stands closeshe can feel the heat in his presence
The moment felt like foreverthe sun is still and ancient smiling

He speaks, almost like a whisper
"I've got too many feelings I don't want these days.
I wish I could take them to Goodwill, donate my emotions to charity.
There has to be someone else who wants them.
What kind of tax break do you think I'd get for giving away my heart."

She smirks and wraps her arms around him
“You'd just give it away to a stranger?”

“I've tried that enough times already,
I guess, but I keep getting the damn thing back.
And don't you try to return it, Ill just tear up the receipt"

She lets this sink in, smiles
"why did we come here?'

"A meteor shower"

They sit in a large open meadow
with grass that reaches to they're shoulders

The stars start falling

We Need Each Other

You need Me
You don't see the light
Im the one who has to use everyting i have
to forcfully try and rip the sun from the sky
shove it in your face and show you
that everything in this world this shit.

I need You
I don't see the darkness
I need you to show my pent put little world isn't prefect
That my little sliver of hope might not make it
I need you to sheild me from the sun, im starting to get burnt
My skin is starting to peal,
just please make my silly hopes disappear.

Another Kind Of Beauitful

I wish someone would write to me
a poem, a story, anything really
because aren't stories and poem a way of expressing your self to people?
Aren't writers just another kind of beautiful?

I wish someone would write me something
that makes my arms tremble
make me grit my teeth
make my knees go weak

I need someone to write me something
that will rip me apart
make my lungs scream for air
something that bites so deep it bleeds

If only someone would write me something
that makes me feel like nothing
A nothing that would do anythingto be that line in a song
a phase in a poem
or a word in a paragraph

Where can i find the person
who is another kind of beautiful?

"Best Friends Means Friends Forever, Right?"

Times are changing. Its like just yesterday we were speeding thourgh Alganac shreets in your beat up Cady, stealing Obama signs from people lawns, skipping school in the luandry mat or randomly showing up and Bryan's for a place to sleep. I miss those days and id give sooo much to get it back. But no matter what i do i cant go back. But you should know im still there for you no matter who comes into my life, just know youll always be the person i go to. I know lately ive been the biggest jerk in the world, but im gonna change that. Just give me the chance.
I Love you Ney
Dont forget

Night

She was never ready for tomorrow
If up to her, night would only exist

Only at night does she have a chance at surviving
Only in the pitch black and somber sounding night
can she understand her thoughts
because nothing has to make sense

She was never ready for the sun to crash though her eyelids
and fuck up the peace she made the night before

but it always does

every night she painted a portrait
and every morning the canvas was blank
it was something she'd never get used to

She's a dreamer
who can only find her way by moonlight
and her punishment is she sees the dawn
before the rest of the world

She would resent the time the morning came
if not for him
he was the eclipse that blocked out the sun
the black blanket that made it impossible to see her fingers in front of her

"tomorrow never has to come, if we stay here forever" he would whisper
"will you stay forever?" she would mumble

only to be confirmed with a kiss
that would never be as special in the daylight
and it was enough to make her never want another tomorrow

Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder

She used to hate the colors
She didn't like the pinks and purples in the sky
or the tranquility of the grass under her feet
To her color was tainted, dirty, ugly.

She liked white.
White was pure, untouched
With white, she could start fresh.

She would wear the colors so she wouldn't look into the mirror
she didn't want to look at herself
like color, she didn't like herself, either

She enjoyed the cold
enjoyed the frigid chill that settled under her skin
To her the cold was peaceful, unpredictable

He never understood what she meant,
but she always meant something beautiful

She stood in the cold until he was there with her
she would wrap her arms around
and smile into his orange jacket, and say"you look beautiful is this color."

She'd sit in her car till the early hours
humming along to the deep sound of the acoustic guitar
or the melody be sung, "Bright Eyes"she said to him
"you remind me of Bright Eyes, Sad, but happy. Always smiling. I like that."

She had a way with words
She'd twist and wind word, in ways he never imaged
She says thing that make no sense
But he appreciate every word that dropped from her lips
because nothing sounded more gorgeous.

She was getting better
She'd look in the mirror a little longer and would touch the bright colors
Sometimes she would smile or nod in approval
or rip the clothe off in the search for something white, something pure

He'd sit in the grass with her
watch her aimlessly twirl grass through her fingers
eyes crinkling with happiness
He would sometime wish to know what went on in her head
He knew he'd be fascinated, he already was

She would pluck grass from the earth and hold it to his crisp green shirt and smile
She'd kiss him, run her fingers through his hair and up his arms
She'd push her forehead to his and mutter

"You remind me of Tranquility."