Noticing you

I’ve loved you from the first time that I noticed you I’ve even blocked my mind from the line of chicks that are after you if this delusion’s alright then why’d we want it any other way if you wouldn’t mind then I’d see you just from faraway and if you catch me I wouldn’t

Whirlpool

Not sure why sometimes the soul speaks Like a tempest to the seas. A drop of water in a vacuum tunnel; turning fast into massive whirlpool The size of a universe. That’s how I feel Falling in it with you. Feeling the shrill With the brain numbed Our eyes dilated and the mouth open, unable

I want you

Dirty In colors, smeared all over your face Colors dusted on your clothes I want you shaking off swamp waters And dripping holy sweat I want to line your face From your eyes to your ears In black kohl I wanna put you where you belong On a pedestal chair overlooking Ripped scraps and banana

Maturing

You try to de-escalate a tense situation You let yourself be more vulnerable, while acknowledging your true confidence and strength inside You felt horrible when someone started off with negativity, now you just let it be and see where things go You let someone finish talking without feeling the need to save the situation

Lost lovers in the dark

I know you’re not real But I’d like to believe you exist out here in this great wide world, somewhere. Maybe you’re the every other person that’s walking down the street. Maybe you have a billion eyes of all colors. The howling of the wind is a song Written and sung by you For me

Tongue

I’m obsessed with the way your tongue touches your teeth. I know it’s super weird. But it doesn’t work for me like it works for you. I’m extremely shy about showing my tongue. When I stick it out, it has to be at an angle lol but holy god, it’s wild how your flawless tongue

What’s real?

The physical world, or subconsciousness?

Missed connection

Hi. I was nine years old during my stay at the hospital from a broken leg, and you were probably around that age too. Per request, the nurse brought in a Nintendo to my room for me to play Mario Bros. II one day, and you joined in to play. I was the mushroom and

Badness

The worst thing that you can do is try to substitute feelings What I feel is what I feel is what I feel Intention’s as clear as day and as finicky as a buzzing neon colored night light In all this badness, I fall down on my knees Still looking up

Waste of an eyesight

Can’t look at anyone else in the eyes. It’s too glazed, clear, and open. Don’t want to look into them when there’s nothing else they have to show. It’s such a waste of an eyesight. Can’t look at anyone else’s, but yours. Glassy; entwined in something Distant but so near The way it changes in

It’s that type of love

Would I give my life for her? Would I sacrifice everything, for her? Would I let my self be a puppet to her strings? Would I trust her… with every god damn thing? When there’s darkness, there’s nothing else but silence When there’s a room, there’s nothing but my body and my heart in it

If you turn this world into a beautiful place, it can be

Who do you love?

Without touch

Teach me how to love Without touching you Without wanting to be a drop of dew That soaks into the capillaries of a leaf

Wrapped

Wrapped up in you Wrapped in foils of shining colors That turn, and shift, and turn Rotating in the sphere of you Immersed in pieces Of you Resting near your heart Whispering your name

Web crush

“What is reality… but just a fragment of a dream?” Like. “Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is succulent And so are you.” Like. “F this world! F society! Alas, F life! Like. “Roses are blue Violets are blue The universe is blue My balls are blue.” Like. “Hi guys. I’m gonna be taking

Basically

I know, Most of our conversations are about your family, but basically, Take your clothes off and kiss me.  

Dancing with…

Playful primates

Is this our definition of work? Not using hands… to grab things. To hold and to throw. To pick and to rub together with our fingers. To climb a tree, to use legs to clench and to use the upper body to lead through a branch. To swing from it and to land using our

The precise problem

She went down to the kitchen in the morning and chugged a bottle of alcohol from the fridge. Her husband acknowledged her with a glance and stirred his mug of coffee as he watched her walk back upstairs. A few days later they were at the shrink’s office. “So what you’re telling me, ma’am, is

Kiss 나를

Lift up my hair Kiss me from behind Across the shoulders

Variations

Over populated world So many variations of you and me Each of us that meets the other In the odds that we do encounter Crack open, and spill into each other So willingly and completely My, it’s such a beautiful thing  

In heaven

And in heaven I’ll take you with me And you, and you, and you All you collective souls Who’ve made me

Always lean towards the self

There’s ideas And there’s self Always lean towards the self

Fire curtain

It is a cruel and deserted world. Only stacks of papers funnel around you and I in this empty space. There’s something embedded within your cold demeanor. Your fake laughs, the way your hands shake when you lose control, your pointless hunger for power. We’re like mice roaming around in a dusty, cold, metallic warehouse.