10 am: rise and shine
12 pm: let us dine
3 pm: sweat it out
10 pm: lights out
(repeat)
the clock keeps on ticking
and I'm still here right where I was
after May 27th.
I've grown a year older but
not sure if I'm any wiser.
Still prefers night to day and
sunrise over sunsets.
The 15th of May will be
D-Day
whether I get to fly or fall
from the dream I've been living in
a cycle of waiting
the alarm will blare
(soon).
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Love the rain
Because when you want to cry, it cries for you.
The sadness that you've been masking with your lessons on optimal economic behavior and historical imagination are soon to be washed away.
Your most vulnerable thoughts:
The way you hate and love being around people
And
How Your desire to be with someone scares the living hell out of you, will be revealed by the rain.
Raw, Grimy, Muddy
No more endless to-do lists
No more dreading Mondays
No more mountain of readings
No more
No more
No more
Because the pitter patter outside my window lulls my restlessness.
It brings me solace.
That awful things may come but wonderful things will also happen.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
I want to paint you
as the night sky
the darkness that is I
illuminated
by indefinite stars,
that is You.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
It makes me incredibly
melancholic
to not be able to see
the sun rise.
All I want is to sit by the shore
and listen to the waves
to and fro.
But I must remember
"you can't always get what you want,"
...
and the sun will always be there
and the sea will always be there
...
Maybe it's just really not my day.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
It can't be
not you
I'm not mad
not really
just immensely
disappointed
Why you
out of all of them
I thought you'd
remember
at least
to say it
even if it was
too late.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
It started with just a droplet of rain
and the rest was history.
We shared an umbrella
under the raging storm.
We got soaked from head to toe
but who cares
as long as I got to know
the boy with the blue umbrella.
Suddenly feelings rushed in and
my mind was flooded with thoughts of you
I could not help myself
but recall our encounter
that September night because
My god that was beautiful.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
The girl stares right into me.
Her eyes are the color of the trees
I don't know what she's thinking about
and I don't think I should know.
But every time I look at her
something in me grows.
Indeed the eyes are the windows to the soul.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
The fate of the world
is in three:
first
it expands and the sun goes farther
away from the Earth
and ends in ice.
second
it contracts and the sun goes closer
to the Earth
and ends in fire.
third
it collapses into itself
and creates a whole
new world.
And I wonder
why wonder
about these
when instead I should be thinking
of what I should eat breakfast.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
It was late afternoon
when the moon peeked through my window
as soon as the night went in to full bloom
there were a pool of stars
encapsulating my vision
I saw two pairs of spoon
crisscrossed up in the sky
and thought of you.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
Hey You,
I remember how you held my hand
they were sweaty and too big for me.
I remember your kisses
sloppy and awkward as it should be.
I remember how we could talk until the wee hours of the morning
about stupid things in between "I love you" and "forever."
So now that that is down the toilet
I feel so relieved
to get rid of ****
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC