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 neverContinue reading “Cliff point”
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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 theContinue reading “How the hell does one do it?”
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 whatContinue reading “Hope”
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 ofContinue reading “I find you in the shadows”
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 theContinue reading “A Plea”
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 dumpingContinue reading “Everlasting?”
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.Continue reading “Own 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 aspirationsContinue reading “Mothers of the East”