It’s useless; every other emotion
that I’m feeling right now.
I don’t know where to find you.
I’m lost again.
I’m seeking beyond the pages printed with dry scientific words. I’m skimming through the shopping catalog plastered with fake beautiful faces.
It’s faster than the car ride that can’t seem to fly higher; tastier than a meal that just can’t satisfy.
This hunger, for strictly you.
smaller than a molecule in the furthest corner of a parallel, deep, dark universe. So much further than tomorrow morning
so nonexistent right now.
This night is cursed and callous,
Everything chokes of dust and death. My throat is calcified, and my skin is pale. I try and try to leave this place
but it’s in my face
like a wall of bricks. I stop and search across it with my fingers.
I don’t know where else to look from here. I’m standing, but I’m so quiet and small.
I’m a blind mice
running down a maze engineered with high walls. Speculated by scientists and the good citizens of the world.
I feel trapped
as if I’m crushed under a ton of weight.
There’s void; monochrome nothingness in my pitch black eyes.
This inevitable, hungry, saddening
That I can’t find you.
How you play your
Each of my fingers imprint love over your back. Scented warm rose water ooze out of my pores. You’ve managed to unlock a chamber of my heart and decided to open it. And now you take care of the rest, as you hold me together. Bundling a puddle. Holding onto a slippery fish. You’ve owned it. You take the responsibility. It was your choice, your game, and you’ve won. And now you feast,
In full content
Hand to skin, and skin to hand
Pore to pore, and drop to drop
Back and forth
And forth to back
In a circle, in a pod floating down a heavenly path
We feast, head to head
And heart to heart.
Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees
Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above
I don’t care.
This is my meaning of life.
There was a boy she once loved. She fell in love with him when she was eight years old and he was in his little bicycle. He sped by her while she shyly walked to school. During recess, she saw him playing in the monkey bars with classmates, and after school, she’d spot his outgoing-self laughing and telling jokes to his friends.
She met him twenty years later, and he looked just as handsome, except older. He glanced at her with a mischievous smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She blushed, but was crying inside because of how hard life had gotten. He took her to the beach and they swam in the oceans together. He took her to the mountains and they hugged each other. He took her to the rivers, and they watched it flow in silence with her head on his shoulder. He took her everywhere, and she loved the thrill of it. She smiled ear to ear. They walked arm in arm.
They looked cute together. People never understood why they didn’t end up with each other. But truth be told, he was much too into pretty girls with big personalities, and she; guys with money. So the season turned and the clouds shifted their positions, and in no time the years progressed after they lovingly stared into each other’s eyes one night; unable to change what the stars had in store for them. That night, his beautiful eyes sparkled while he hid more want than anyone would ever want to admit, and her eyes–they tried to look positive; although she wished to never leave his arms.
Everyone wondered what happened to them afterwards, but most likely he found a pretty girl, moved on, and lived a big voluptuous life. But she, she died living alone forever. The tree and the leaves tell me that. Right around here they buried her in the grave, and an innocent bright flower blooms over it, for a few days in summer.
It’s a dry, dull, desolate world where we live. We’re made of thick glass, fragile enough to be broken, and oh so heavy; bound by gravity and layers of weight covering our bodies. You’re like music to me. You’re so vibrant, tangible, and full of bright pastel colors. Your smile pops open and fizzles out a bottle of coca cola in my heart. And your attitude, my god your attitude; it stings me like needles. I need your chaos, I need your crazy. It makes me alive. It’s a risk, it’s an obsession. It’s love.
I never know what you’re up to next, but I like the surprise baby. Surprise me, turn me into a kitty and be a bait. Be tangible, be ever so existent, be real, be alive,
Spin me, berate me, love me,
And never give up on me. I could run for miles on end and never encounter another you. I could live for a thousand years and never be quenched. You see through me like a psychic. We don’t belong in this world so let’s just play in an empty store aisle of a meaningless dull town. I’ve got your spirit, you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. We’ve got everything right now so let’s just be alive. Let’s soar, while the world weighs down.