Cliff point

It’s like the spot on the edge of a cliff Fingers and the heart are sort of numb and blazing hot The only difference is, that we never fall Like a horizon that’s never touched by the sinking sun No warm jacket on a cold night Thriving sea of emptiness Yet this feeling of never

How the hell does one do it?

How the hell does one do it? Age gracefully. How do you manage to spin and flow as you dive? As you die? How do you make the best out of winter? How do you cook food and manage kids? Slap on a smile around your family? Pretend to listen to your friends? Sacrifice the

Care to draw

You only feel like drawing again when you’re feeling somewhat ok inside

Hope

Is when I know you’ve got my back Everyday Every step of the way From the break of dawn ’till once again You’re nowhere to be seen Got your spirit captured in the palms of my hand Got your will to keep me believing It’s an addiction, it’s not just addiction Your love Is what

Subtle beauty

There are some people who are strikingly beautiful the moment you rest your eyes on them. But you, it took me days to find you attractive and now you’ve become so intoxicating that I just can’t get enough.

Great Lengths

The further you are, the deeper I’ll go The dimmer your call, the longer I’ll take The briefer your span, the closer I’ll spread 2016/06/28

I find you in the shadows

I find you in the shadows, following me around as if it’s your mission to capture my heart. Shadow souls, thumping beats, colors transmitting through our nerves as if it’s a signal from a universe far off, coming towards me, swirling around me from these shadows, filling my senses with whispers of you, sights of

There’s a fine line

There’s a fine line between intensity, and hilarity

Alpha

What if we’re both predators What if there is no prey We circle each other, Fire to fire Power to power Pride to pride Both hungry Both unyielding

My favorite place

My favorite place, is on the line between your nose and cheekbone

It never gives up

These possessed feelings; they give up. But the body, it never gives up and seeks survival. 20151029

A Plea

Lord help me I’m changing too fast And I can’t keep up with my cells Soon I’ll turn to sand, and I won’t know what to make of myself anymore. Is there a way I can stay this ripe? Like a fruit that never dries. Can you turn me into a painting? Or like the

Mad Lover

Every girl needs a mad lover

Hopeless Dreamer

A hopeless dreamer Drowning in flowers

Everlasting?

It’s absolutely shocking How quickly this flesh will rot. It’s unbelievable how quickly the dead body is cleaned out of this place. She was just laughing the night before, so alive. It’s unbelievable how everyone that I’ve encountered can dissipate in a second. It’s crazy how soon the flesh can turn to ash, and I’m dumping

If life’s this hard

at 32, how can one imagine at 82

Own it

Those with greater sensitivities and awareness shouldn’t shy away and hide from the world. The more you know, the more things can seem depressing. If you give up, the short-sighted “smart” idiots will rule. There is importance in the arts, feelings, environment, community, and everything else overshadowed by the convincing nature of fear. Protect it.

Straight to you

“On a wave, heading straight for sure, heading straight into your arms” Inspired by music of Markus Schulz: “On a wave”

Unintended pain

Rains, wash me of every little unintended pain I’ve caused onto others And every little unintended pain others have caused onto me. I sit here, letting myself piece apart to your great suspension Surrounded by a universe full of you My heart beating to your drips against my skin Rain! Rain, rain.

This is your world

This is your world. You said it was beautiful. But looking out the window you see darkness, raining ashes, unhappy screams, and destruction with your disappointed eyes. Close it. Come over here and hold me. Let’s stay here and rot. 20151008

You’ve moved on

From me to me

The meeting of two universes

River Goddess

Pure as Ganga, there you stand before my eyes. 20141231

Mothers of the East

Dot on forehead And the red powder along your parted hairs, like a red brick road. The smell of roses, temples, and all things holy, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. The thought of gods and a plate full of flowers for offerings, Held by arms close to your frightened chest; a plate full of hopes and aspirations

Look! It’s America