Him: She wanted a teddy bear

She wanted a teddy bear. She drove him wild. She was the stripper whom he loved, who didn’t love him back. He recalled a story she told him about a time when she really wished for a new teddy bear, but her single mother couldn’t afford one. Now that he was making money selling sandwiches,

Beautiful man

Beautiful mancome greet me on rammed earthen stepscall me with the sweetest namesthat when you speak, the vines grow and flowers bloom between you and Ithey twist and tie around my wrist, ever so gentlyand sprout goosebumps on my delicate skinkissed by the sunand your ever so subtle coos Shower me with pleasuresof your raw

Wallflower

Molecules work against you, or for you, to present themselves in ways that allows the decoding of their atomic structurein the form of realities that exist before your eyesduring a smooth ride in bicycle against autumn airand collide with your thoughtsto take you back to being a desperate wallflower in your middle school dancewondering who’s

Letter to Anais from Henry

August 14, 1932 Anais: Don’t expect me to be sane anymore. Don’t let’s be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes—you can’t dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled and poisonous. Everything I do and say

Billy Collins — The Vale of Soul-Making

Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous […]

Found

If I didn’t have a dream about the piercings on your tiny pink nipples over your smoothe, hard chest last night, I wouldn’t have found you. It speaks to the way I feel about you, something distant and particular a particular star in twilight that exists only within my relative distance. It’s this gap between

I’ve made you my man

I’ve made you my man in my delusional mind no, I’ve made you my god I look up to you, floating in a heavenly ocean and you can never break me because you will never know

“Civilization was created by few, built by many, and given to most”

“Civilization was created by few, built by many, and given to most,” my father told me from his deathbed. “It was given to my generation, and we destroyed it, now it’s time for you to create a new one.” “I’ll do it” I had said half-assed before he closed his eyes and passed away. It took me

My love for you…

Can only be depicted in artwork

Dad’s my hero

Pretty sure genetically, I’m 99% my dad 1% mom When I see an angry young man I see my dad and in that, I see myself

Mini life goal sort of complete

A mini life goal is sort of complete; I finally had an awkward face to face small talk with an older man who was somewhat into me. Maybe small talks aren’t a big deal if you’re a regular chick who’s aware of the big picture. But for people like me who grew up with big

My man, embedded in a leaf

Caught up in this fire brigade I forget where you are sometimes Behind the tree leaves Of a distant paradise It’s where I want you belonging Free and happy Viable and beautiful No gray clouds cast over your skies Limitless possibilities Smiling, playing with rocks I just want to see you happy Like this It’s

The constellation traveler

You fly away, you slip away You hide in mirrors and evening stars Their reflections show, who you are In colors, and winds, and in the arts You’re magic man You lure delight From dawn ’till dusk Day and night You swim in veins Like stormy tides There’s more to you Than anything here You

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

Alphachanneling — Phoos

Born in Switzerland, Alphachanneling is the pseudonym of an artist based in Oakland, California. Inspired by, as they put it, “Taoism and tantra, pornography and folk art, BDSM and the divine, the mystical and the occult, indigenous and outsider art”, Alphachanneling creates a utopic world of intensely deep sexual experiences devoid of shame or judgement.… via

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

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

Take the lead

Take the lead Hold my hand Put your arms around me and point to me the direction as you whisper it in my ear. I like that in a man I see it as a challenge.

Just trying to live

You’re a handsome, educated man. You can find another chick easily. It’ll be harder for me; being this shy. And just as finicky. I’ll be better off caretaking for animals out there in the boonies. Better off watching the streets under the hot afternoon sun on a boring, dull day. Or taking a walk along

Nice to everybody

The more you see how temporary everything is, the more you want to be extremely nice to everybody. Reminders, from today To the war veteran on the wheelchair, sitting outside on a warm day The young woman alone with a child To the young man huddled in the comfort of his cheap phone The beggar

To be like him

The ride down the lane; down the tube like straight roads of my memory. Blurred visions outside of lights passing by amid the darkness. The lack of conversation and the lack of memory of the few brief things we talked about. I was too consumed with comfort of a ride home from the place I

It never gives up

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

There’s no greater feeling

There’s no greater feeling than when a man claims you completely, when you somewhat fancy him. 20151022