a man was found floating dead in the San Francisco bay. a note in his pocket read: I won't jump if someone smiles at me today.

some days: I feel I am a gray cloud raining misery.some days: I feel I am not worth my silver linings.

I remember that summer we walked up the hill, sat atop on the rocks with time to kill; we let sweet red wine set us aglow, then four drunken eyes watched the sunset showI felt the colors enter my veins: warm light-pink shining golden rays; if there was a hue for happiness, I'm sure I saw it with you then

something about the sound of rain on windows keeps me warm. when I remember all those times: slow dancing under storms

I have come to learn: I will always get the love I think I deserve.

as I'm bundled up in blankets and I begin to feel cold: will you keep my heart warm?

you made it crystal clear; you don't want to be here. why are you still knocking on my door? the season has changed and I'm still trying to displace your presence; still trying to erase your essence. you left your belongings for me to discard. my sheets still smell like the walls of your heart.

he collects porcupine neckties; keeps them in a box under his bed. she collects stars from the night skies; and lets them go with every word she says.

the sun rises from the sea; and sets out to work at night, the wind turns into a breeze; just when the time is right.the earth orbits the sun; and falls in love with the moon. I feel myself come undone; after a merry-go-ride with you.