Hey Blue Eyes (Stana Katic)


Hey blue eyes, tomorrow became yesterday
What was will never be felt again
I fell in love with you
Over a smile so gold, I was through
Where did you come from, why did you come from there
Got yourself a woman, do I even care
I want you to want me, the way that I want you
Ain’t it strange how god fixed a plan
To want the world to find solace in the bodies of a woman and a man
Come to me close boy, take my hand
And we’ll fly off to a magic land


Stana Katic


Questions by SaoriAiko




Thank You SaoriAiko for letting me use your artwork for my little project.

Thank you very much for everything.











Hair too flat, length unflattering.

Ears too small, eyes too hollow.

Cheeks too puffy, lips too thin.

Forehead too big, breast too small.


How disappointing, what’s with that thing you’re wearing?








Look! Look at them, those idiots. Those outsiders, those nobodies.




Wherever I am, I’m never alone,

constantly reminded of my shortcomings,

of things I’m born with,

of things that I choose for myself,

of reasons I’ve not given,

words shouted or whispered.



               SLUT                                    WHORE

FAGGOT              WIMP                DISGUSTING

               STUPID                IDIOT





I’ve done no wrong; I’ve broken no laws,

yet, I’ve continued to be hated; we’ve continued to be hated.





Did we insult you?

Did we hurt you?

Did we scar you?






What did we do wrong?

To be born, to be given life,

into this world, into this age,

into this time of wonder and opportunity.



               IT’S IMPOSSIBLE

               JUST ACCEPT IT

               WE’RE JUST NOT CUT OUT FOR IT.


A time of dreams and chance,

of knowledge and tolerance,


To be hurt, to be misunderstood,

to be put down.




What did we do wrong?

Where did we go wrong?

Was it inevitable?

Were we fated upon this path?


To be born, to live,

what a miracle,

How sad are we?

To be like this.



Infinitely Returning

Returning Home by Aurora Lion




Thank you Auroralion for letting me use your artwork for my little project and this is what came of it.

I hope that you like it

Thank you very much.

Infinitely Returning

Among the stars, they swam.

Upon the starry skies, they glide.

Coming out of that white fluffy, cotton they emerge.

Majestic and fantastical they were.


In dreams, they appear,

looking up upon them,

every night in awe and jealousy.

To fly and glide among the stars,

to swim and dive in the endless waters.


Where the sea and sky meet, we spectate.

As they emerged from the misty clouds,

as the moonlight shined down,

vibrant colors shimmer across the waters.


Their whale song echoing in every direction

as they slowly descended.

As their reflection upon the water,

growing clearer in each moment.


And in that moment.

When their bodies broke the image,

that moment, as they return home.

As the sun’s rays and light slowly reaching out to the east.


As their final notes leave,

before returning into that bottomless land,

we knew too,

it was finally time,

as the last of the mist slowly disperse,

it was time,

to wake.

Letters To Time

Letters and keepsakes by Dina Belenko




Thank You Dina Belenko for letting me use your art for my little project,

And this is what I’ve come out with. and hopefully you like it.

Thank you again very much.

Letters To Time



       How goes your travels? I’ve received them, those exotic flowers∼ Their beautiful, would be a treat to see them∼ wouldn’t you say? A fine addition to the collection∼


Spreading from their written form

changing, spreading, erasing,

each droplet, like a grain among the sands of time,

holding each letter, each word, each sentence

as they flow along that stream.



∼ glad they reach you whole∼ I’ve been to so many a place∼ it’s a wonder, your letters still finds me. The wonders I’ve seen, I’ve so wished that you could see it too.


A photo, a moment forever frozen.

A flower, dried to preserve its beauty.

A book, filled with memories.


As paper weakened and crumble,

its message slowly lost to memory

each droplet, diluting them,

giving them a new purpose.




∼ of me walking across the desert, it was∼, I mean it was a daunting task, the sand was endless, well I suppose that’s why it’s call a desert∼

       ∼ sent another flower with this letter. I hope to see hear from you∼

Your sincerely, love∼


Stamps, unique in their way

representive of their origins,

each carrying the weight of history

in their small art.


Letters such soul imprinting things,

to think, to plan, to put them into words

knowing when sent they will never change,

each word carrying more weight with distance,

as it travels to their intended recipient.



       It’s so good to hear your read of your adventures∼

       They opened my eyes to the vastness∼

       I would have followed you∼

       As you know∼ is stable∼

       ∼ letters have kept this dull life of mine∼

       How I hope∼


Each word, carrying not just a message,

each word, carries an emotion,

a lesson,



       Sorry for the∼

       I’ve been∼

       ∼ Sorry∼

       I’ll be home soon∼

       I can’t wait.


Letters deep in their meaning,

their writing, their inception,

they too fall under the convenience of their deliverer

late or on time,

all of it rest upon the shoulder of the middle.



       I’m so∼

       If only∼

                    Thank you so much∼


Rain like time,

it falls with no hope of stopping,

washing, clearing everything,

unstoppable unchanging,

sooner or later,

all will crumble and fade.


We Do Whatever We Like

Moleskin no. 02112010 by Yagey



Thank You Yagey for letting me use your artwork for my little project and this is what came out of it.

I hope you like it.

Thank You very much.

We Do Whatever We Like

In the day, we work like everyone else.

Whether it be a normal paying job or a high paying one

Heck maybe even a low paying one.

We do it to pay for our homes, our food

Our daily necessities.


We do it because we know to survive on what we truly desire

is tough and strains our family, our love ones.

So we do it we comply, bidding our time.


But when the sun sets

When the people have gone back to their homes

When they grace their dreams and bed,

We come out.


In clothes we choose,

Whether it be suits or casual,

Whether it be dress or slutty

Whether it be anything.


In the night,

We gather in our places,

Sometime underground,

Sometime in bars,

Sometime even in open spaces


We drink, we talk

About anything and everything.


The smell of smoke and alcohol thick in the air,

Music of the classics given a little modern spin.

Music some claim to be blasphemy to their composer

Yet here we are

Among our people, drinking and talking

Having the time of our lifes.


Sometimes one or two may be involved with dodgy characters,

But we are no law breakers,

Or bad apples.

We are just people who enjoy our lifestyle

We may sleep with whoever we want and not be criticize

We drink and not be told off

We talk about politics and not be shouted down.


As long as we part on good terms and take care of each other.

We will come back again and again.

Enjoying and playing the music we like

Talking about anything we like

And we will continue to do this until we don’t feel like it anymore.