This is How You Live Forever

dust & galaxies

Blank spaces in your eyes,
they do not sparkle when you speak.
Dark shadows down the halls,
they do not whisper among your feet.
Your passions left unspoken against the will of your hands.

Why talk about things,
that do not vibrate your bones
or make pains in your cheeks?

Blank pages
Blank papers
There is no smoke in your lungs.
Just ashes of others
who tried to stir your blood.

I tried to communicate things
much higher than I could jump,
with passion in my eyes and lips moving
chatter all through me.

You respond with a "yeah,
okay,
that's cool."
Not an argue or agreement,
don't tell me you're not even half full.'

There is light beyond the sun,
there are more words to be said.
You don't talk about anything-
not one interesting thing at all.

You don't even argue with my perspective
or think about these opinions-
Everything that comes in your head at 3AM
tumbles through my mind all the time

There's galaxies inside my soul,
if you only could you'd see how my insides glow.

I want to talk about aliens at 1PM
and stars at 2,
I could talk about culture,
and existence before we even reached noon.

Can we talk about sext,
without sexting?

The full moon,
without wolves?

Can we talk about art?
and not what everyone else
already knows.

Can I show you my favorite poems?
Will you be able to see inside my soul?

Did you head the lyrics,
or just the strum of the drums?
how do you know if any of this really
means a damn thing at all?

Your mind is an abandoned apartment,
with dust laying around.
It's closed and locked,
the key cannot be found.

I'm not the only one who thinks like this,
and you'll find someone else with your
same blank.You two can talk
and talk
about things that do not matter.

But maybe our matters are different
not even close to being the same.
You can talk about your music and your NFL games,
who's dating who
and which celebrity threw her panties off stage.

Why talk about those things,
with a universe so big?
So much potential,
but so little thought.
But I am full of galaxies,
and you are nothing but dust.