there must be someone out there who would never give up on me. her eyes are closed, but i recall them looking like diamonds. it's getting a little darker now, what could you possibly offer me other than oceans of light? take my hands so i can feel things i'm no longer in touch with, here are my hands and my mouth, my eyes and my heart. take it all, nothing can be helped now.

i'm a soft boy, i like sail boats, listening to classical music while i sleep, i have an insatiable desire, i am reeling and filled with misunderstanding with all the savage thoughts that invade my mind.

quietly eternalized in the soft velvety green of her eyes, she makes me wonder if god exists.

  • i don’t remember the sound of your voice, i don’t remember angles of your face when you’re happy. you’re the dirty under my fingernails. you’re the surprising disappearance of that sliver of darkness after i shower. you are the still drops scattered on the floor after running through my body.

please don’t pass me off, please don’t be negligent to this effort. i hope you are well. i hope you see the world well tomorrow. i hope your mind blooms as beautifully as i once saw it bloom. i hope your soul is like a huge handful of strawberries. i hope you understand that, i see your world in a new light once i push your bangs gently with the grain of your scalp. i hope the god you’ve made up in your head likes green tea ice cream as much as i do. i hope you steal french fries everywhere. i hope you walk on sidewalk as consciously as i do, i hope when you ride your bicycle you don’t think of me because you should be thinking about bicycling. i hope you hear my hopes. i hope you feel my back and think less of me. i hope you light the candles upside down so they melt on my back. i hope you like junk food but hate non-organic high fructose corn syrup. i want to live with you in a state of progression so sudden that people call us hypocrites, living a contradiction because what people heard yesterday, we woke up and moved forward from, leaving them in the dust, i hope you catch the train with me. “yes i’ll let you in but stay long, please”

I could not tell you

i’ve been to a couple of places this year. it’s no different here. when i see her i look the other way. that’s how i feel when i’m there.

knowing her storm building up away from me. this looming pink mass, it’s color an indication of the absorption potential of my spirit. i want to scream at her heavy winds, her innumerable rain on the hard white pavement is louder. the old souls of the trees shake in separate movements it’s surreal it comforts me to watch the intensity of her storm escalating, it stretches the elasticity of my thoughts; i can not tell whether i am supposed to be humbled by her entity and hide or drawn out to feel her. because nothing holds tighter than a cheap shirt soaked by a northern storm.

I want to drink From the springs in your step and the wells down your throat I want to fade into you but. i collide.

i saw my mother for the first time in three years

she sincerely asked me if i had become a drug dealer due to my behaviors

i did not respond

she asked me again

i could not tell her i would rather her think i was a drug dealer rather than wanting to destroy what she created

i wish i could tell you that i wanted to permeate your thighs the way you permeate my thoughts

a baby told me today "you are you"

i was rubbing the sides of a cat and she was kneading my chest and i realized i would never find a relationship as symbiotic as this

carve your name onto me // even old trees are young

("emotional shawties")

jul 30 2011 ∞
jul 6 2014 +