Riverside, CA    1992 -   
Psuedo-poet, scapegoat and barfly.
Here is my rambling and delusion.

I also enjoy making music.
If you are interested, it's here: https://soundcloud.com/lady-problems
Psuedo-poet, scapegoat and barfly.
Here is my rambling and delusion.

I also enjoy making music.
If you are interested, it's here: https://soundcloud.com/lady-problems
EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
2 days ago

smiles are misleading
screaming
and pleading

smiles are fleeting,
but this one's for you

EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
4 days ago      3 days ago

get drunk by yourself
it's easier in the end

and soon you will find
through great decline
that you are your only friend

purge thought for good
drown it in fermented grains

the aches and the strains
all the living pains
won't bother you ever again

after a night spent tossing
& turning,
sleeplessly overheating
& burning
i wake now to you
seeping through the open window

enveloping my body
caressing my skin

implanting the dire
hunger within

it all feels so out of place
but you-
this electrifying cold-
have found home with
me here, in
the room of the misfit,
as he once more strains
to open his eyes and
absorb the external

don't leave me, there's
no reason we ever have
to leave this bed again

our story is written
in the stars
clearly and beautifully

there's no reason to
leave this bed again

EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
Aug 18      Aug 18

i'm having the hardest time
with the biggest smile
that sounds terrible, crude
awful
but
it's beautiful, delicate
pure

it is magnificent
and it burns
it burns going down
but it lifts the spirits up

years ago somehow
pushed to now

but it's real

it's genuine

it burns a little

but it has never been sweeter

oh oh, woe woe

aching in the soul
longing in the heart

those feelings that follow
those thoughts after dark

bottomless pit of
a stomach
the weight of beauty
just brings
me to new lows

and you were so beautiful, then

idealistic, radiant, understanding,
patient, beautiful
warm
comforting
beautiful

I can't say it enough: beautiful

what a strange town,
we were in

the product of the man
who never dreams

but apparently when it comes
to you I am a dreamer

& apparently the sun is
looking out for my best interest
as it pierces through my eyelids
and forces me awake

my mind still can't readapt to
reality from such fabrication

my stomach has yet again found
new lows from high hopes
yet somehow my craving lips
have found reason to smile

#love   #poetry   #sadness   #death   #dreams   #beauty   #you   #longing   #nightmares  

include:

drinking
smoking
& self-loathing

nighttime still embraces me
while I wipe the thinking
from my eyes
& it is not what I want
it's not the arms of the one I long for

Nor is it the feeling found in
the pit of my stomach that I
once had lost for so long-
slight naïveté, mostly hopeful
but extremely unfamiliar

if this isn't nausea it must
be unrelenting infatuation

my bones shutter while I walk
and my head is ringing

you were with me last night
more than you know,
the hand that guided bottle to
my mouth I could feel you
there, I drank with you draped about me

but the more I drank, the more
wise I became
it was not you at all
but the propagation
of fears and feelings you induce

I swear your scent was in the air, though

I still drink for you, dear
it's a sweet poison and it brings
me closer to you

this morning is gloomy in
the wake of wanting you more&more

 
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