Air guitar

Mars seems so habitable right nowthe flat air and silencethe desert sand and rockshues of yellow and redlike the colors in my heart for yousitting side by side with youas we watch this dead landso alive next to youawakens the childish spirit in mewith the tune of your air guitarwhile you play with your hairs

Straight shot love

Universe of your scentand your traceon the collar of your shirtand in your undershirt You stand under the spotlightplaying tunes from your heart;an embodimentof all things massive, masculine, and sensitivejust waiting for the right timeto give it all I watch youbut please take meI want some of thatanything little, at all The drip of your

Red

When the song looms on a repeat tune; the kind that gently hops around the parameter of your heart, so does the aura of him. Red; the color of the show. The essence of time. The feelings at hand.Raw, the smell of meat. His flesh underneath. His open words… wounds.He’s on the highest shelf, never

Used pink condom on my high school parking lot

Reminded me of all the things I never got to do young guys with savvy new cars; they’d just turn sixteen and were able to drive then rich parents that allowed them to drive 60 miles per hour on a 35 miles per hour road chicks with bleach blonde striped highlights and mini skirts going

This old house

There’s no one out here, yet there’s flowers that bloom and valleys that roll and rivers that flow into the never-ending seas we can go there just you and I the empty halls echo sounds of past long gone and the light dances with the dust of feelings unsettled between you and I you make

On the surface of my heart

Dream girl, you stay on the surface of my heart, somewhere unable to penetrate through thick layers but who says that you have to dig in? I go to such wild places out here, with you

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,

Sway to the touch

The petals sway to the touch of the wind in a lulled way that only a heart can understand when its string’s been tugged by the sway of your voice those lyrics in between silences and the sound of your pen dancing in ink on pure white sheet

Pure heart

The twists and turns in your hair give away the thousand year history untold the smile on your face warms every warm blooded’s beating heart eons of bond, shared blood, genes that connect you to everything every sea on earth all the star dust above clouds, far, far away the twinkle in your eyes, diamonds

Like rain clouds

Won’t sleep tonight thinking about your soft hair like rain clouds… I understand that things are slow and your heart beats weighed and heavy while I bloom in orange, before you stay quiet, speak to me in silences like you do times are gloomy like the rain, I know this path before us; it’s faux,

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

Us in the rain

I don’t care if it’s the rain If I can kiss you and hold you, it’s fine In the silent raindrops is when my heart speaks loudest The pitter patter shuns all else around us The misty haze obscures all vision Your skin glows, all hidden Got you in my arms Everything else doesn’t matter

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

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

Burning wood

Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s

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

Knives

Series of knives, aimed at my heart Lying on the ground, bleeding With glimmers of a broken dream, of what once was Floating and shimmering in maroon hell Twinkling like stars in the vacant sky Crusting along the winding route Trying to find hope, something Trailing warmth, till it dries

İltimas

In her palace

She’s in her palace; her head resting on its beautiful marbled floor. She sighs at the way it cools her cheek on such a hot summer’s day. Breeze comes through the large windows and balconies that surround this grand architecture. They tease her wavy hair strands, which in turn tease her face. She’s listless and

We feast

Each of my fingers imprint love over your back. Scented warm rose water ooze out of my pores. You’ve managed to unlock a chamber of my heart and decided to open it. And now you take care of the rest, as you hold me together. Bundling a puddle. Holding onto a slippery fish. You’ve owned

Vishnu sleeps

Vishnu sleeps Amid an ocean of glistening gems His chest heaves up and down, slowly Like the waves. The waters are gentle and warm And they tease his skin sometimes Making him smile at their playfulness. Vishnu sleeps, above a bundle of anxious nerves He sleeps sheltered underneath the umbrella of a cobra head There’s

Climbing ambitions

Chugging energy, Heart on fire Too many questions, too little time Climbing ambitions Vanishing restrictions Instinctive, fueled by passion, high on drive Restless Burning with curiosity Honest motives Direct and raw Uninhibited and fearless Happy Wise and confident Worshiping the answers

Noori

There’s a beautiful bird out in a forest. She flies her little wings up and down the hilly terrain near the glistening, cold Himalayas. They refer to her as Noori; this beautiful, colorful bird. On rare occasions they get a glimpse of her striking beauty. Yet always, they hear her tweeting her silly, sweet songs

Smile uncontrollably

Smile uncontrollably, wherever you may wander, whatever becomes. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and you’ve got loving memories. Smile uncontrollably, whatever may happen, however strange things get, you’ve got sweet music to guide you, and the road ahead. .  

I got you here right now

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