Street dogs and humans

Amid a pack of male dogs who gather around a female and have a hormonal frenzy, there’s also a street dog who walks besides a human that he claimed, or that claimed him, vice versa. They sit on the stairs to the closed store at night outside, and when the human figures that it’s time to head back home to his shitty life, the street dog gets up and walks next to him. They walk slowly at night; the man with both his hands in his pockets, and the dog agilely on his four little legs. They disappear into the dark. There’s packs of dogs in different gangs who cry together at night, who howl by the moon, and little rascals who tip toe cunningly inbetween moving street car lights. They sit by the roads, they walk with the humans. They bark at each other when there’s disputes with other four legged archnemeses. The world flows like a dog that zig zags inbetween cars and moving people. The world chills like the dogs that cuddle next to dirt by the side of the road. There’s humans who walk on four limbs from disabilities, and there’s dogs who walk on three limbs from injuries. Yet they’re just there; chillin like villians. These dogs are so smart and badass; even if they may have a short life span. It’s much better than getting your balls cut off and being put on a leash or cooped up inside containment for the rest of your life. Or get put to sleep by the hands that feeds them. The street dogs always seem a bit rough, but they’re so much wiser and free. Life isn’t easy for them, but that’s what makes them striking.

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Forever in love

Forever in love with you
Like a puppeteer who falls for the puppet
I’ll go where I want to
I’ll go next to you
Walking on the edge, trying not to fall
Imagining strings from up above

Arms wide open, accepting all the showers of blame
That fall like false promises and pieces of burnt ash
There’s lingering distance; an incomplete vase
Eternal rifts and worlds drifted apart
Incomplete songs, half finished thoughts
Visions that burst and turn into dust
Acknowledging all that, with a smile somewhere in my heart

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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 to hear– it plays with me
Near my ears
It plays with my hairs
It feels like your finger prints. They’re so different from mine; your fingers are pristine, long, and callous. I hold them between my hands and place them over my face. Feel me, feel my eyes,
my nose and my lips.
Hold me, and take me to the space with you.
Make the stars dance to a tune
That you’ve written
Take me on a ride in your dreams
We’ll explore the great wide unknown
Moon to moon, star to star
I’ll listen to every word you have to say, I’ll look at every little thing you point at
You are a mystery to me
And all these little matters stack together and create you;
I pause and assess each one
I hope you believe me when I say that I’m not so dumb
But around you I’m a mute
I think this is forever, don’t you think so too? When you find something to be fixated in?
Like the lines through your face
The scars that tell a story
I could read them on and on and over and over
In circles, sideways, and forever
Here in the dark
Just if you don’t move
You just smile, and it cracks a secret code
That you’ve created for me to unlock
We kiss; wondering if this is real
Believing in our existence
Feeling our leathery skins
You’re so soft when I touch you
I wonder if you think the same when you touch me too
We are on the same page; the same musical notes on a staff
The same frequency of the waves that surround us and flow in and out of us
We’re made of all the little pieces of dust that make the whole universe
The bumps on your skin
The feel of veins on your wrists
Your soft lips
The curvature between your cheekbone and the side of your face

The hollows of your eyes
The bristles of fine hair
In the landscape of your nape
The burden on your shoulders
I hold your hands before me
The scent of your efforts and heartbreaks
I reach for your lips; forgive me for being so forefront
Forgive me for not stopping
Forgive me for being so hasty
For being so slow
For everything
For all things that I can’t provide, and for the little that I can
I want to give you everything
I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and ever miss this
I don’t ever want to leave this
I’m just afraid that I might lose this

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