Forest, with you

This patch of land
preserved for
cell phone towers
give way to a family of trees and shrubs
and the few wild that roam, still
I go here sometimes
in the crux of my loneliness
surrounded by shade, and the peeking of the sun once in a while
most of the time, I’m barely existing
hidden from view underneath the canopy
it’s hard to discern what’s real
here, or where my mind is
stuck in a no man’s land
a limbo
maybe, if I spend more time in a forest, I’ll get my sanity back

Where would I rather be?
in love with you, totally
the birds would fly
the trails would lighten up
the clouds would spread apart and the sun rays would shine through the tree branches
we’d be walking on air
I’d be walking forward, backwards
looking at your eyes; whatever color they are
peacock feathers by your side
as you walk forward
in this brief segment of the path
that’s totally hidden under the leaves

this brief feeling of you here
before you dissolve into my tears

this brief moment where we find meaning in life
where things make sense
my sole purpose; to find you
sole purpose; to dance with you
before we turn into a forest, itself

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Our oasis

I’d go to the end of the world for you babe. To the core of this great old rock, high up in the sky, whatever you want me to say. I’ll say it. Our story’s mapped out in the palms of our hands, and when we place them together, the stars align. We’d live in a forest babe, and I promise you we’d only focus on the necessary. There’s nothing like kissing you in the warm rain; I love the way your lips melt. There’s green all around and the echos of endangered birds; so rare to find. We dig dirt and wash our hands in rain. I wash you in the rain. Your body, your wet hair against my fingers. I just can’t get enough. Sweat and rain, salt and warmth, gentle smile. I could have you for all my life, I wouldn’t mind. Silly games, bad jokes, and kisses all the time; I wouldn’t mind. We do it all the time. Mud, red sand, and green everywhere.

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My man, forest

I became a real vegetarian six years ago. The thought of someone suffering overpowers the taste. Little by little I’m noticing that I don’t need much at all.
Clutter binds me; I want to detach myself from things that I don’t use. I don’t care to put on too much makeup, I don’t care too much about fashion…
I just want to have natural and genuine relationships with people. Maybe that’s why in parties I seem happy, because I am… letting myself get questioned. But every time I feel the pressure to behave like how I should, I clam up.
Deep in the forest, by the cave, I sit with animals who keep me company from the distance. We don’t say a word and we don’t touch at all, but I feel like they’re listening to the melody of my heart. I look at a hare and think that I could never hurt it. The hare hops away to do what it does in order to live. I look down and play with rocks in my hand. The sun manages to beam through the tree branches into the woods. It feels so lonely out here once in a while. With whatever little I have left, sometimes I feel like I myself am disappearing. I walk the forest trails following this strong, invisible thread of love. I push through the leaves and look as far as I could to see if I could find him. I don’t know if it even leads to anywhere, but it’s the only thing that gives me hope.

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Boxed shell

How real is this fact
That I’m out here, able and intact
Underneath shelters and shelters of
Clothes, blankets and thick walls
Preserved in like a specimen
Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber
That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten
Awake, with a buried heart that wonders
Whether there’s a man in a forest
Who could hear

 

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