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man on the moon, why don't you visit me in my dreams like before?
man on the moon, why do you look so sad, and all so soon?
please be desolate no more.
man on the moon, how i wish you'd sing to me before i fell asleep.
how i wish you'd carry me in your smile, and beg me not to weep.
man on the moon, i feel like you're lost to the girl in the sun.
her eyes of flame is evidence enough that she can never be the one.
your blue chill and black night will never satisfy her shine so big and bright.
or maybe to the lady of the clouds, or the woman who rides the stars and wears them as shrouds.
man on the moon, please come back to me.
man on the moon, elizabeth on earth needs you here so leave her be!

My iris is black but not nearly as black as the abyss that is My heart i hope will soon be fixed but for now i can only wish to see His face is erased from an image that never existed and yet i feel like i know him from all the Old familiar places these days seem more distant than the lands we're bound to Love has a strange face but not nearly as strange as your being a few inches from My gaze is seeing plaid but you don't look nearly as Sad are the words in my mouth this very Second time I've felt Insecure feelings are never secure because they tend to travel to chambers of yourself you can Control has nothing to do with it and never has been A clear ride with you is all i want Love look at how i can't let a single breath of air escape for fear of falling asleep knowing it's too soon for you to visit me in My dreams are a lot quieter than this I promise not to talk this Much has been said to you that I don't regret much just that i did not meet you Sooner i guess is better than never to open my mouth and my Chest is filled with butterflies of the green grass i was to to Visit me more often.

so imagine you and i on the sandy beaches of the pacific.
these beaches may be tangible or in our minds, even on the walls of our velvet moods.
is it too soon?
hopefully we kiss before the sun descends into the ground. but just in case,
i have a flashlight that i found here in the sand.
you and i could build our love on this land.
admiring the waves as they mirror our intentions and directions.
but do not worry, i will never wander away from your eyes.
never will i hold someone else in a new sun rise.
i love you now as we are ready to kiss, and even as the sun darkens the beach and our very existence.


the forest is on fire.
its fickle flames burn with untamed desire.
as weeping willows vanish into a dangerous pyre.
the gardens of Eden relinquish into a mess of crimson blood.
flowers once so beautiful and tranquil drown in a massive flood of lust and pain.
oh god of all gods make it rain!

i've been real confused, even distraught, about the troubles i'm going to have to face in my dying age.
like getting discouraged from my choice of chief just cus of his race, even cus of his damn name!
no more will i just sit on the fence and strive to be the person every other person wishes to be.
an oppressor of opinions and emotions not smooth enought for their pacific ocean, or mediterranean sea.
when i hate let me hate.
and eventually i'll love you. and those big bad wolf thoughts will levitate and evaporate into the midnight sky.
but at the same time i will no longer be a girl wrapped up in conspiracies and heresies of women and men too consumed in flawed words and false text to discover that the truth within ourselves is where i universe should rest.
it's like my mind is clouded and translucent white as the rest of my body attempts to catch up with the thoughts, with the trends, with the times.
while i'm working on my rhyme, my body's trying to be thinner to be more attractive, more prominent, more demanding.
no i will no, can not have it!
my confusion has turned into delusion which has me scared about consuming the apple eve bit into.
HA!
ignorance is bliss. ignorance to influence and manipulation.
bliss is the ability of being unbiased. to never be in compliance.
but in the end, conforming to this confusion is something i will have to force myself to resist.

i bet you don't remember the name you used to call me every single day.
i bet you don't remember the smell of my neck you would kiss with your lips.
i bet you don't even remember the look on my face when you told me you love me.
i bet you don't remember the sounds i used to make when we played, yes when we played.
i know you don't remember the way my hair looked with the sun in your eyes.
i know you don't remember the feel of your hand against the small of my back.
i know you don't even remember me calling your name right before you left that day, yes in mid day.
but i remember you, i remember the stars you drew up in the sky.
yes i remember you, your constellations never went out of style.
i know you'll remember me, you'll remember the sea i made with my hands.
i know you remember me, you swore the water would never feel so beautiful.

i hate the state you are in.
it brings distaste to my taste buds, agony to my bones.
no wonder i'm so alone.
i'm waiting for you to appear from the sky, when realistically you've been her with a poor boy as your disguise.
not as my angel sent from god to me, but more like an obnoxious bird at liberty to roam the sea.
i love you with every nerve in my body. and never would i bring a sour taste to your mouth.
never would i allow you to experience such a travesty.
i love you with ever nerve and vein i have in me.

my thoughts are constricting my throat.
and most are coming from the tight fist i've come to accept as my heart.
the corners of my body desist love, but will not give in to this panic.
i will not commit.
i refuse to let this anger reside and sit in the pit of my stomach or feed on the small of my back.
these thoughts are the children of the thoughts buried underground.
screaming and kicking yet making no comprehensible sound.
kind of like they're supposed to be, only this time these thoughts howl irreconcilably.
i wish these thoughts would materialize and demoralize the principles you stand on.
piss on.
sit on.
walk on.
shit on.
spit on.
you too.
and fuck him for fucking me.
i don't need your tainted gravity.



i wish to venus i didn't hand my heart to him under the mist of the sea.
oh planet of the stars i didn't see you blink!
i just saw a cold black stare pulling me into your gravity.
i wanted to see you in your entirety assure me that his grasp would never rip me apart.
well i'm here to scream from the top of my lungs and heart
"his soft pull will by my downfall."

i am a moth
anxious but ready and willing to let myself burn.
as long as i know that death will come telling
me that i used to live
along this line that someone created for everthing to coexist.
before i forget i want you to know that all life is born from this.
you are the lightbulb.
you look just like god.
i am the sand.
impatient but waiting and willing to let myself drown.
as long as i feel the sun kiss my face
before i get lost in the waves
that somebody made for us to get caught in over and over again.
since i got caught i see what it is, i know that the shore does exist.
you are the sea.
you look just like me.
after i drift into the abyss
i know the world does consist
of a million more who died just like me
trying to make sense connect.
-jordan&elizabeth.

well right now the sun's shining like a dim light bulb, and i can't help but appreciate the cloud's translucent appearance. It's been ridiculously hot lately, so any bit of shade and breeze on my dewy skin is welcome.
right now my heart's beating in sync with the music playing down the street, and i can't help but appreciate the trumpet's sweet melodic line. the air has been polluted forever, so any bit of saccharine sound to my ear is embraced.
i'm sitting on a bench dressed in my favorite state of peace, with my blazing heart on my sleeve.
all cliches and bullshit aside, i'd have to say today's passing rather beautifully.
whatever i lost yesterday, and during yesterday's yesterday, has managed to return to me. be it love, friendship, sadness, cleanliness, and poise.
this new day, era, time, second, shall be my piece de resistance forever and eternity.
but what becomes of the sun shining like a dim light bulb? because i feel even now, without its powerful glow, like a moth attracted to a flame.
as for the clouds , i feel them passing through my body even as i write.
sounds ridiculous i know, but i feel as light as the very wings hermes wears on his shoes to take flight.
hades, take me away in your chariot to the land that is rightfully mine.