Becomes human

Wanting to be close to youand to be afraid of being closethe gates to your castlewide open for the waves to come inyou’re too intelligent, too complex,too boringyet too socialto not to hear you;like thirstgive me too muchto the point I just want itthese are the concerns you havewhen a study subjectbecomes human

Regressing to the human form

He walks along the street dancingon his coat that’s a bit too big for himhe doesn’t care thoughhe’s grinning ear to earhis head’s hung lowbopping to the beat of a songhe hops on the edge of the streetand twirls back down when feelshe moves at the right partsand laughs at the mess upshe keeps dancing,

In another universe

Dreams of being other species; shattered

Throughout my life, I’ve romanticized the animal world; I wished I were a bird so that I could fly and go wherever I wanted I wished I were an ant and thrived in a social and purposeful society I wished I were a pet cat and slept comfortably wherever and whenever I wanted while the

Race

It took a full circle But the only race I believe in is Animal  

Harsh realities of losing hope

Worn out and walking around Trying to open my eyes. All around, there’s the blind leading the blind and chickens with their heads cut off; whatever you want to call them. I’m caught in a slew of nothingness, or just too many things happening all at once. There’s no fine balance, but a brutal divide.

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

Polygamous

Me? I’m completely polygamous. I believe in several loving relationships. And I love each the same.  

Touch

I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to see it I just want to touch it, smell it, feel it.

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.

Just keep swimming

Hot air nags and tugs the burning skin. Just cut through all the nonsense and dive in. Power swim across this deceivingly peaceful shark tank. Plunge away from every little thing. Rinse away the pain and the anxiety. Motor your way through life. Just keep swimming. Swim for survival. Swim to breathe. Swim to finally

It never gives up

These possessed feelings; they give up. But the body, it never gives up and seeks survival. 20151029

Hanging out with a firefly

She’s so dull during the day, but comes alive at night. At times I don’t know what to do with her during the ever so long hours of the afternoon. She just hangs around my side; we don’t talk, barely have anything in common. I almost loose interest completely. It almost becomes a burden; the