I stopped talkingI stopped thinking; filled with the rain of youpouring out of myselfI stopped wantingwhile getting everything I wantedand then wanting some morelike all the spaces needing to be filledall the air particles needing to be touched, and turnedthe entire world needing to be touchedgripped by my hands and feltbecause you encompass it
The saddest thing about having pitch black eyes isyou never can see if it dialated or not
Your eyes like window light through glass your skin; either blushed or heated or darkened by the sun your smile, says it all by staying bitter or hopeful your hands, rule me like they know where to guide your torso; to rest on for music to play on
It’s a circle not just the physical orientation it’s a circle of thoughts it was the love that led to the love-making and then the love-making that led to love
Trying to find you among them in this march that doesn’t stop each shoulder that turns around; a different face Not you Not you Not you Sea of pain floating here sinking in rain
If you were rich and enjoying a fancy party while slaves looked at your food with hunger in their eyes from outside the window, would you feel that slavery was unjust or would you feel that the slaves were just damn annoying? If you were a person enjoying your bacon meal while a flyer wasContinue reading “Popping delirium”
Tree leaves in a forest produce moisture, and that moisture accumulates into air and entices rain. This process is called “transpiration.” That’s how planting trees can replenish, de-desertify, and bring life into barren lands.
We regress to the never forever and ever dreams unfulfilled offense not committed we’ll be good for the rest of our lives reprimanding the bad ones while yearning to be bad