You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life.

Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart.

You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it.

But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax poetry, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s ****, or a debate on the colour of The Dress. You will need those ones.

So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this.


You are thick in size
Curling around my fork
String by string.
You anchor my stomach
& kiss my lips in a slurp.
You never have to worry about
The intrusion
Curving my appetite with your
Delicious coil.
You curl yourself in front of me
And invite me to come back for more.
Fork after fork
You unravel your flavor &
Pack them in my mouth.
You're the first thing on my mind
And bowl
Tasting you before you come to a boil.
You're my noodle
Perfectly seasoned and anchored
To my soul.
The broth the last kiss
From me to you
Until the next bowl

If I found I,
Then who are you?

If I found my demons,
then where are my scars?

If my Eyes are the window to my soul,
then where are the blinds, to keep my house in order.

I know a story of a master
who let his servant rule his estate,
now he is a prisoner in a dungeon
of his making, a servant to the servant.

one needs another
yet another needs one.

Its chaos, chaos,  peace, chaos.
what a lovely tune, in working sync with life. 
 
I had a childhood friend
once upon a time,
He found his peace in the dark
I found mine in illusions
what can I say my imagination
was of his doing....

I am now an empty canvas staring back at one myself.
I wonder if he is still alive,
I could use his wisdom right about now.

I am a man of my word,
And I plan to play God,
Because I am.
I know history hasn't been kind to my kind
But it's called playing/being Professional.

It's a facade
RULES WILL BE BROKEN

©Hansmind,2019.

I woke with a start,
Looked at my man dozing peacefully.
A thought struck me,
Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
He is not my perfect idol,
Nor am I his.
Still, we like each other for who we are.
Many days we stay apart,
For office duties or personal commitments,
When we meet again,
Nothing changes.
A kiss,
An outing,
A candle light dinner,
A snack and a football match on T.V,
My favourite T.V. serial show,
Awakens our inner souls,
Ignites fire in our hearts,
Creates peace in our minds.
We have learned to forgive and forget,
Hold on to precious moments.
Most importantly he listens,
He understands my views.
I have come to the conclusion,
Our love is not lust or infatuation,
Our love is seasoned,
I am a baseball,
Caught safely in the web of the mitt.

We were teenagers
Sun kissed
Surrounding a bonfire
That burned the marshmallows

We roasted working all day
Sinning all night
With a blazing connection
That made me wonder
What you were waiting for

I was falling harder for you
As the leaves turned orange and red
With the fading warmth
Your feelings faded too

I thought there was still hope
As winter approached
But you got just as cold
As the weather

It was me, you and
Her
And what was meant to be
But you chose her
Leaving me to freeze alone

In the dark with my thoughts-
the what ifs
I told myself I was over you
I kept a distance too

But then the flowers returned
And so did you
Springing memories and empty promises
Like whispers in the breeze

The subtle sun rays
Rolled in
Just like the charm
Behind your smile

And it was summer again
We were still teenagers
Making the same
Innocent mistakes

The seasons continued to change
You changed seasonally too
But no matter the damage it sprung in my heart
I'd always fall back to you

Devilish blue eyes, frozen gaze.
Influencing me against my will,
Submitting into dropping defenses.
Overcome with an inability to escape,
I become bound by those piercing eyes.

Sapping once kinder thoughts,
Replaced by detached isolation.
Shuttering at the crack of the whip,
Blindly I walk to death.
Carved flesh ammunition against
You, weakness exposed.

Lacerations to the heart exchanged,
Milky fog clouds my oppressor.
Pieces held together by hatred,
One blow away from cracking.
Further into broken self.
All freedoms come at a cost.

May each mouth
That has touched yours
Lead you to mine.
For they have taught you
The art of slow.
The eager lips of young love
Pale compared to
Those seasoned enough
To savor each movement
As if it were their last meal.