First of all, apologies for posting this in my journal and not in my gallery. I'm kind of uncomfortable with being that chick who posts lame poetry as her "art". But I feel like sharing this.

This is by a man I know named Charlie Yuan. It is written about a girl who is a mutual friend of ours (who will remain nameless so I can avoid an asskicking) who has kind of a unique psychological disorder that revolves around sleep. It is written in movements, like a piece of music:

PART 1: This Is What We Think About You

Wherever you are, whatever you do, whomever you love, make sure that you're you.
Whatever your reason, whatever you feel, whenever you're false, whenever you're real.
Wherever you're going, wherever you've been, wherever you come from, whatever you've seen.
We love you, we love you, we love you, we do!
We love you so much that we hate you, it's true!

PART 2: This Tends to be the End, It's True

Baby girl, please don't be bad; just lose yourself in ecstasy!
Don't hesitate, and don't get mad!
You are the best you can be.
Baby girl, it loves you, and would lie to keep you sane.
You like to keep it happy,
but it hurts you all the same.

Baby girl hears violins, whenever violence comes into her mind.
And it lets her wear diamonds, but then takes them and hides them;
she pretends that she's left them behind.

Baby's private ending isn't gory, like her id.
She always knew she had to do the things she knows she did.
Baby girl just realized without it, she is half!
But Baby girl lived long enough to crawl back home and laugh!

When Baby girl can't breathe no more, she closes eyes instead.
And wonders, whens she slumbers;
what will come into my bed?

PART 3: What Baby Says

I can't help but to agree.
Who fears herself as much as she?
Closes eyes and goes to bed,
She can't sleep, so Sleeps instead.
The most she Sleeps,
The more she dreams,
The more she is perplexed.

And then she closes eyes and Sleeps,
And fears what's coming next.

When I put my head,
On my pillow, on my bed.
When I put my head,
On my pillow, on my bed.
And despite how I've grown,
We're together and alone.
And despite how I've grow,
We're together and alone.

PART 4: Altogethernow

When ground is all snowy and sky is all black,
I promise to come, I will follow your track.
I've got what it's missing, it has what I lack!
Kiss me right now,
'cause I might not be back.