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

I also enjoy making music
(or something of the sort)
https://soundcloud.com/lady-problems
Pseudo-poet, scapegoat and barfly.
Here is my rambling and delusion.

I also enjoy making music
(or something of the sort)
https://soundcloud.com/lady-problems
EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
6 days ago      5 days ago

gorgeous little
gypsy queen

fiery and wild thing

mislead and
fed common disease

you don't know
what you mean to me

I won't falter
I won't fuss

even though all that
is all of us

I've never made it
this far before

and as such kicked
down every door

but there's no rhyme
or reason
this shifting of seasons
is breaking me down
one atom by one

this wanting and needing
& hoping and feeling
brings me close to end,
though it's only begun

I think I could love you, too
EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
Oct 11      Oct 12

when I looked at you
I felt alone
I felt needy

I felt sick

and I'll look to you
to make the rain
come back
& sun go away

I'd trace your body
on cold sheets
study the contours
every unique
spastic movement

but that would take
me opening my mouth

true terror lies in
vulnerability

wish me luck,
I shiver at the thought alone

this isn't hate
but it burns

it burns & it burns

I don't know
what the goal is

but this suffering
has to have reason

EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
Oct 1      Oct 1

I know that when
it comes down to it

I'll find you in every town

in every bar
in every museum

you'll order a drink
I don't come by too often

and I will compare you to
those you can't compare to

and you will win

I'll hear ocean waves when you breathe

I'll smell lust
freedom
adventure

I'll see the sun set in your hair

and you is a number
the number of those that make
me feel like you do

the limitless number of
uniquely lovable individuals

the creatures of dreams

the things that make hearts flutter
minds crumble and scream

but keep the mouth smiling

and the mind will think
only of those you(s)

because every one of them is lovable

every single one is everything

every one is YOU, specifically

everything after this will all be
you

and there's never been anything more beautiful than YOU

I've lost the will to read and

I'm losing the will to write

I've yet to find my will to live

But I am too afraid to die

EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
Sep 23      Sep 23

the seasons change
but the foolish heart still sees
what it wants to

feels what it wants to
believes what it wants to

and those things
don't lose their grip
at all

they never lessen
they strengthen

they obscure
they mystify

and they carry a
wayward mind
forward

though he dwells so
lengthily
in the hollowed hallways

the paint that scabs
and crumbles from walls

fading colors
of fonder times

they warm the heart
but drop the stomach

Drop the Dreamer to his knees

he'll curl up on the floor
in the loneliest corner
cobwebs for blankets

ideal thoughts to distract
from the unforgiving cold

EJ Aghassi
EJ Aghassi
Sep 16      Sep 16

I write and write and write for you

I think and overthink of you

I love and live and live for you

I'm dead, I die & die for you

 
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