An uplifting wonderful reason

the only language spoken is love

The rolling of oranges

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

You take me to the moon

Lottery in heaven

Hey, there’s nothing wrong! What’s “right” after all? Nothing bad about a bit of color and numbers that indicate some sort of a foreseeable prize ahead of you! You bet! After all, this is gambling But it’s not bad, because it’s gambling in heaven! Chillax, have some wine, have a cigar and roll up your

I love you

Nude as fuck

I don’t, anything

I don’t wanna look at you and smile I don’t wanna look at you and, anything

You’re in everything that I do

Skirt

Faraway eyes

Wild Shiva

He’s got long dreadlocks and blue-black patchy skin He dances atop planets and creates cosmos with every turn His dance is powerful and wild He widens his eyes and sticks out his red tongue. Shiva dances with passion amid the cosmos He can erupt a volcano with the snap of a finger He spreads the

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.

Magical bird

In my childhood, I saw something on TV that stuck with me. This guy entered an empty house full of… birds? They flew around in slow motion. They shined. They were women. It was a house full of beautiful women. They smiled and they greeted each other silently. They walked around in slow motion. He

Closed classroom

When it began, I was just a timid girl with the weight of the classroom around me. Foreign faces and loud voices. I clearly couldn’t open up here. But your projects were interesting, Mrs. J, and you gave me a mission. I ran into the classroom the next morning with new ideas, and we tested

Jungles of Cambodia

Is it white heaven or green hell? The water droplet glides across a green leaf and falls into the ground as if it knows what it’s doing. It’s over 100 Fahrenheit weather and my mind is clouded with steaming and scorching fog. Forehead throbs with painful memories that become ever so pleasurable and vivid with each

Sliding with the Earth

Floating in a sea of confusion, going somewhere, going nowhere. Floating on a makeshift raft with shades over my eyes, arching with the curve of the globe, while plate tectonics slide. Underneath this heavy crust, to my surprise, is just foam.