Into The Sun

The stars seemed right tonight.

Her skin seemed right tonight.

We held hands that night.

The stars kept burning brightly in a super nova.

Like bits of crushed glass.

I felt her lips touch mine.

And then I knew.

I knew that everything didn't matter.

That people are like stars.

Brightly burning til we all just melt into the sun.

I looked into her china eyes.

And then we became just one.

Drifting on and on...

Into the sun.

Alone With The Moon

Laying in a darkened room.

The moon peers down at me.

Me; the speck. The ant. The insect.

The tiny human life.

The moon is a harsh woman.

Burning you with her scorn.

Anger boils on pale skin.

The night.

Poets dream for what they've lost.

And dreamers dream for what they haven't got.

Laying in the darkend room.

Shadows trace the wall.

Leaving me, stranded in the gloom.

Alone.

Alone with the moon.

I'm going to do it!

THAT'S IT! I'm going to build a CARDBORD TARDIS!! .... I need a cool place to read. And yes it will have a flashy light at the top....

Advice.

Don't watch a TV show, particularly a TV show you have a very very creepy obsession with (DOCTOR WHO -cough- -cough- David Tennat -cough- -cough-) You....you.... You'll just have weird dreams. I was the Doctors companion until I woke up... :(


- The Typist (AKA Creepy Doctor Who fangirl)

Yearning.

Waking up in the middle of the night I find you.

In my head.

Over and over again.

I look at my calender.

And everything falls.

I keep crying.

Your so far away from me.

Even though, you were never close.

Theres a yearning here.

Something you don't feel right now, I know.

But you don't know.

And you never will.

You haunt me and you never know.

Your words sooth me and hurt me.

And you never know.

Theres a yearning in here.

OH MY GOD!

IM GOING TO SEE BOB DYLAN IN OCTOBER!! I'm so excited... I'm having a very very hard time typing this... my hands keep shaking.... oooh geez..... October come to me! NOW!

-The Typist.

Ian (another poem for Ian Curtis)

Ian.

Why did you come and see me, Ian?

What did I do?

Why are you here?

My headache keeps pounding like a drum.

It's constant.

I wanted to hold you but you kept fading away...

Come back to me, Ian.