Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.

No Nut November
Is the hardest thing
I have ever participated in.

Seriously, it’s really hard.
Like all the time, and at the most
INCONVENIENT places.

Waiting for the train? Hard.
Taking a dump? Hard.
Wedding or funeral?
Yea let’s not go there...

But the worst moment by far
was telling a homeless man
I didn’t have any change, and he
Said, “it’s okay, no one’s been this
happy to see me in years”
​

ur so ******* hot you'd burn a hole
straight through the ground
and keep going until you reach the
Earth's mantle.

Careful, don't get too close to me--
I'm not ready to feel what it's like
to be next to the Earth's core.
​

The ways I love you
by~

Everyday I wake to you
is the first day of school
let me learn your name and
say it til the psalms of our souls
are well written and worn.

For every tear you cry
A river rushes in me
For every smile that peaks
A sunrise in my eye
For every waft of hair
A windmill churns and
For every heart of that beat
Those three words I live for:

“Send nudes please”

Kiss me goodbye
For the first time
Ever

I am sorry for the:

Unsolicited **** pics
Request for nudes
Catcalling
Inappropriate or creepy comments
Failing to listen
Acting without asking
Emotional manipulation
Emotional unavailability
Approaching you to practice game
Shaming your sexuality
Meanwhile glorifying my own.
Laws governing your body
Calling you beautiful before
Brilliant
Speaking over/behind/beneath you
Lust in my eyes
​

**** did she have small *******
but wow how I ****** them--
And Loved Her
And all of Her the more.

Finding your voice
means screaming into
All the wrong places
until One day--

You hear your echo
calling your name.

I wish people were more like
Stop lights;
You’d never see one glowing
both red and green
Simultaneously, otherwise
there’d be a car crash

And neither would they turn
Completely off, cause then
No one would know how to proceed.

By all means — flirt with me.
But stop sending mixed signals.

The smaller the ****
Nah that's it, seriously-
I'm not ******* you!

#SmallDickEnergy

Touch me with your heart
And be seen

Touch me with your body
And be felt

Touch me with an idea;
Your mind -- and be known.

I have a micropenis...
And it really doesn't ****
As much as I thought it would
Mainly cause no girl wants
An imaginary ***** going anywhere
Near them, I mean they have ******
For that.

So I'm suing every ***** company
For making products that promote
A false sense of self worth and an
Incredibly over-inflated beauty standard
That is all but impossible to ever live up
To: basically anything larger than 0.5cm
is up for grabs.
(Except mine-- which is never grabbed)

Wanna hear a sexist double standard?
Girls have the "itty bitty ***** committee"
But guys have no "teeny weeny peeny task force"
Le sigh~ ***** to ****
Or to never at all

But! little did they know...
Seriously,
they didn't know much
Illiteracy prevents them

People who fall quickly
probably had loose footing
to begin with.

I don't really care about
Atoms, photons or parallel
Universes where you and I could've
worked out differently and existed

cause all we have is here and now
so I'm going to try my best to make
this life worth it, meaningful and
happy for you to live in.

I miss you
Myself, recurring
flapping through petals
of time

Rejecting the one by
My parents

Embracing, accepting
the One True Self
born into Mine.

I love it when girls
call me Daddy
not for the obvious
but because it feels nice
to pretend knowing what it's like
Having kids.

Even the word "Meaningless"
has its own purpose.

Maybe I have sweet lips?
Or maybe you've never met
A guy whose first wanted to
touch you with his words,
speaking through our Souls
swapping ideas, or letting
Our personalities into the bedroom before
Our bodies.

The reasons I know I had loved you
well and fully
are by the pages and words it took
for me to find and fill
as I forgot and missed you stilly.

While waiting for a good day,
You waste the one before.

If happiness were a simple thing
As they'd say,
"Catch a little birdie before
It flew away"

I'd be living in the trees to catch them
Everyday--

Too long above the world below
The dirt, the mirth and roots that grow

Forgotten then for how we came to
kiss: the sun, the sky, the clouds to know.

Are these really feelings or do I just like her smile?
I guess we'll see and walk another mile.

Why would I wish on a star?
That’s so far away.

And you’re right here.

If one tries too hard to be deep
They end up stuck--
In the basement
Downstairs

Quantum me, O! Mind
encapsulated by invisible
strings,
trapped and dragged
on a cloud wafting
on a space dime.

as if forever and never
could ever remain,
warbling incessantly through time.

Still chasing a dream
on a whim of Belief
Destined for the journey
Facing me.

What was it like falling for her?
Idk, how do you know when
You've stopped falling?

If we be a day (today)
let's make tomorrow jealous

Maybe One Day
meets two
Maybe one day I
meet you
or maybe three days
Meets four

Or one day we stop playing mind games
And One Day say what we really mean.

Maybe I need you.
No, I definitely do.

Smaller the *******
The bigger the brains, just go
Ask any Asian

When one leaf folds
Another blossoms

Stardust, the wind or the waves,
Whatever cliche we could
draw parallels to
wouldn’t really matter at all cause

You’re incomparable

Casual ***
is like throwing a banana
down a stairwell
which literally means nothing
until the building you're in
starts asking the banana
to climb higher and higher,
now trapped on the rooftop
where bananas get cornered
for spending so long
inside, like
What were you doing there
just renting? Gee
So where do you think the banana's
Gonna go? Yuppp.

It ducking jumped, k? And that's
Why people be slippin'
(Sometimes on banana peels)

Why do Lovers always love
at the set of Sun?

Like why can't they Love at
the tick of a clock or
the flushing of toilets?

A clock ticks far more often
In One Day
and a toilet is home to a whole
Host of Colors

I will Love you at every flush
of the hand past nine, and
I will Love you at every slip
of the bowel past time.

Wholly heck, I'm hella romantic
doe--

I was not born into a world of Hate
I was born into a world,
that has taught me such-so.
For the world is naturally cruel
In a way
But on its own - teaches us things
Immeasurably profound that kindness alone
Is unable or unwilling to say.

But neither was I born into a world of Love
but rather the choice of it or lack thereof
for the world could be fought, lost or won
On a page, with a pen;
With our arms or our walls, closed or open:

You never know how green
A leaf may be
Until you turn it over.

Got over her by going under.

The wealth of the world
Inside us,
Lost through the eyes of
Each other.
​

Beautiful,
The day of you
that left the night
in evening.

Beautiful Light
that leaves me
Smiling

Beautiful a
Darkness
leaves a grieving

Beautiful
Nighttime falls
and daylight gleaming

Beauty, a wonder
of yours I
Beauty oh, you’re
beauty to come by
​

When you left
there were no words
or meaning

Just endless piles of dictionaries.

Whenever I have a bad day
I always remember they’re usually followed by
Good ones to come

A life half expressed
may as well be dead
To me.

Give a man some straw
to build a bridge,
and he will find a way
to mend brittleness for his
Family to cross.

But give a man cement
and the foundation will be lazy

The best place
for a Mind is in
Space.

If you're kind of just like
Everyonelse

How will you find yourself
when you get lost?