Rooftop lovin

You took me there again we fell in love on the rooftop, again I rediscovered youagain I let it out again overflow the look in your eyes overflow our hearts speak of love overflowfloweringcaptivatingenergizinglovingseducingtantalizingachingbreakingfuckingfor what it’s all worth fking with you for days long goneasking for more againfor a long long time

Caress you

I want to caress youis that fine?Trace my fingers across your warm skinlift your shirttrace some morelooking at your eyesletting my heart talk and pour out I wanna heal youis that all right? Lost in the sea of your warm eyesa slow sweet demisefitcomplete I wanna hold youis that ok?And look nowhere else but in

Love for everyone

You sitting, surrounding yourself by the fireworksthe love in his embracethe bighorn’s silent thoughtsthat is all I needthe look in Twinked eyesJet inquisitiveness

In the heat of Asia

We just wanted to play aroundall day and nightcontent and not seeking anything more Damp nights in Asiajust walking the quiet night streetsowningworld clasped in handscareless, just skidding off fun What every aspiring rock star wanted in late nightsafter the wee hours of an ending partysome things to talk aboutsome pains to sharesome loves to

Rewind

He tried to talk to me near the big willow tree, where there was a metal chair out in the open to be seated. By no one.Of course he looked thereinstead of at me.When he did briefly look at me, he asked whether that chair area looked like a sacrificial point.I laughed because I knew

Black eyes

The saddest thing about having pitch black eyes isyou never can see if it dialated or not

Your eyes by the window

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

Royal life

We belong in the likes of an open palace where the air is sweet, the weather is warm, and there’s palm trees everywhere You’ve got your golden robe and a crown full of pride, and I look up to you, like a helpless little bride We belong in the likes of a long forgotten castle,

Veered paths

Tell me, please where do we go from here I know where I wanna go in your arms guided underneath the shimmering stars in the night sky only they know everything that I feel about you about this life and the path it makes, veered around you away from you watching you from afar with

Sunny day outside the smoky room

I sit up on the bed amid a sea of skeletons there’s smoke in the air that blurs vision and the sunlight hides behind smelly old curtains I’ve been feeling like a a blank canvas and that was ok; it was better not to feel than to feel the door’s shut from outside, blocking all

Shiny dim eyes

He looked at me with shiny eyes. We were lying next to each other and it was dark. He smiled with a curvature on his lips And he didn’t say a thing And when he spoke, he purred deep words. He placed my fallen hair strands back behind my ears and told me that I’m

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

Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning And once in a while before bed… This feeling of total control over my life It’s like magic, with tricky hands I can see where the ball strikes next And wins. It’s like that in your harried presence It’s your commanding glare Looking at

My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see

Emotional apathy

It’s not you. It’s how much I was into you. How I soaked in each layer of your skin How I was blind towards everything else besides your face That now comes in my nightmares sometimes It scares me, this lack of care in your eyes When to me, they were your most wonderful of

Tropical bird

Please don’t leave, he whispered from the depths of his heart Her forest eyes pierced into his mind and took him elsewhere Paradise Where red-yellow birds flew over the rainbow And the waterfalls drenched into the ground Don’t leave me, he thought As he buried his nose in her hair And got soaked in that

Black wall

Driving through the highway Piercing through storms… charging our way Your silluette before I; rocking between my half closed eyes The backdrop, a black wall sky Behind you, I Eons apart So bare

This is the music that’s playing

I don’t know why, I just like you. Sitting on top, straddling you on the chair, sharing grapes. Caressing oil over your face. I can slowly get drunk off your warm, startling eyes there’s rush in your veins as I turn into a fragrant flower. This is music, we are so in tune with each

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.

Red planet

Here I am, in the red planet. The atmosphere here stings my skin as I sit alone in this arid dust bowl. The sky’s red and it’s making my eyes bleed. My crimped hair’s brittle and it obscures my vision. My throat’s dry and I squirm on the rocky ground in dreams of quenching thirst.

Everybody’s hurting

In the news yesterday, a girl accidentally killed her sister carelessly while drunk driving. She sounded apathetic when she talked. I felt sharp anger towards her. I thought she didn’t deserve this world nor this life anymore. She was a disgrace to society; a murderer of her own innocent sister. She seemed to sound crazy

Dark hallway mission

The voice tells me to get into the elevator and to go to a certain floor. I do so as told. Instinct tells me to walk down the hallway. There’s promise of a grand prize; the greatest thing, the highest goal. There’s supposed to be something that I’ve always wanted at the finish. I’m told

Stark vision

You have a way of surprising me. Your show-stopping eyes… I swear that it’s still; it’s a painting. You’re a piece of some marvelous artwork. When I least expect it, you walk into the room and just glow heaven’s pure white light. The life in your face The sun’s tender kisses on your skin. I

It’s about everything

It’s not about touching It’s not about listening It’s not about talking It’s not about you and I, buried underneath the ground. It’s about sharing every fiber of my being with you, Immersing in this life together Being stared at Being a part of things Going places, acknowledging each other, Holding hands and facing the

Diving into big light brown eyes

What happened last night? Well, I woke up at 3 am, ate pomegranate, and cried my eyes out. Couldn’t really go back to sleep after that. The only thing that relaxed me was the thought of how large and gorgeous your light brown eyes looked near the bright windows, and how I wanted to wear