Tag Archives: Prose

The strange place that you’re from

I don’t know what you’re made ofit’s so far away, strange, and foreignI don’t know if you’re a friend or a foebut maybe we’re friendsat least it appears that waybut within this facadeis there anything more?are you a miragetime untrackeda place never knownthe people in it, strange I could go there with youtake me theretoContinue reading “The strange place that you’re from”

Just stay

On an open carriage, over the soft comfortable fragrant hay, they lay. Next to each other, looking at the other. The soft breeze travels byand takes a strand of her hair and makes it fly. The sun reflects off his face, smelting gold in the daylight. The buggy wiggles and rolls, while moving down theContinue reading “Just stay”

Sharing you in this rusty red crusty make believe

Must I, if I, can Ishare you for a bit?I promise it’ll only be a centuryof love fking as bright as dayholy sunshine, scattered through our bodiesas time flieswho careswhen there’s you and I and nothingreal anyway Let the sound of whiney music speak for itselflet the mad people keep turning up again and againContinue reading “Sharing you in this rusty red crusty make believe”

This minute

And just like that, it goes away This random feeling amid a sea of constant boredomthat sparks that you are a week soul insideand that you’re truly lost, just like everyone elsewhen your intentions are mistakenleading to this ability to drop everythingand to be ok with the end Is this what one feels when theyContinue reading “This minute”

I love you with your colors, without your colors

I love you without your colorsI love you with your colorsblueyellow, like the sunlightunderneath the dust and the butterflieswhen you look at me the world shines in sheer brightnessthe feel of liquid over your lipsthat you wipe with your tonguecolors of pink and whitethat fizz over the ocean bluethat merge with the skies I loveContinue reading “I love you with your colors, without your colors”

Can’t stop this fire and a boy who juggled tennis balls

‘Can I trust you with my life? Can I believe that you’ll take every bit of me, exposed to you, and cherish itprotect itlove itwhollywith your life?Can I open myself, and show you all my nooks and crannies?And crevicesand scarsodditiesdiscolorationsinsecuritiessoftnesspurenessclarity?Could you become intoxicated with the scent of me for as long as you can?Could youContinue reading “Can’t stop this fire and a boy who juggled tennis balls”

Take me

It’s only when I’m a bundle of nervesthat I laugh with my heart’s contentand worry, like I’m stuck in some past… somewhere in between mixed realities…the sweet surrender of colors that mimic the faint tints of my heartand echoes of music where the source can’t be foundThese moments twirl me back into a teenagerwhose eyesContinue reading “Take me”