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Sometimes when you sing to me I think hearing exists for this very purpose. Maybe existence itself. There is a correlation between your mouth and my ears and your words and the pull in my chest. I believe in perfect synergy. One thing I know, and that is this: if ears didn't exist, neither would sound. Only sound waves. And if light didn't shine, there would be no warmth, and your heart wouldn't beat with the consistency of the solar system. And if I never saw creatures in the clouds, would they cease to exist Or would I? I believe that every drop in the ocean is every tear fallen throughout time. Yours are no exception. They sa

A girl stood on the side of the exit ramp, one mittened thumb sticking towards the sky. She had a backpack on, and several layered jackets, and a scarf that was too long. What got my attention was the bouquet of flowers she held in one hand. Roses, it looked like. But then I was no expert on flowers anyway. I pulled to the side and slowed to a stop next to the girl. She pulled open the door to my truck and took a good look at me and the inside of the car before pulling herself up into the passenger's seat. At first I thought she wouldn't come in. After all, I was a big guy with a lot of tats, and I probably didn't look half-way next to reass

He was a skinny boy with a shy smile and hair that hung over his face. He was timid and weak and he hung out with the girls because boys scared him. She looked like a dyke with her crew-cut hair and her baggy clothes. She had a big mouth and swinging fists, and she screamed so that she wouldn't cry. He was silent and timid and he took whatever was given to him. She wouldn't back-down, she wouldn't quit, and she wouldn't submit to anyone. He was running up the hill of blowing green grass. He was nearing the top, and the sun poured light over the edge of the hill, lighting the tips of grass on fire.  He pretended that he was free. He preten

I never noticed the stars until I gazed into your eyes. You fill the empty canvas of my mind with rainbow worlds of supernatural glory. You speak galaxies into existence when you move your mouth. When your lips first touched mine, I swear that was the first instant I became alive. When I first saw you cry I thought the world itself would collapse because of the weight of your tear. I never noticed how beautiful nature was until I started using it to create poetry about you. The ocean's relationship to the moon exists purely to describe the pull you have on my heart. You are the bridge across the void, the healing ointment on my cuts, t

He never saw her smile. She said she didn't know how. He loved her. She said she didn't believe in love. He couldn't comprehend how she could say this.  Whenever he looked at her, whenever he thought of her, there was a surge of emotion in his head, in his heart. There was an overwhelming feeling that made him feel like a fish out of water, made him want to rip out his heart and give it to her on his knees to express his love. He was afraid sometimes, that if he looked at her too long, she would burn his eyes out like the sun. She was that brilliant. He was afraid sometimes, that if he touched her, she would vanish at his finger-tip