I don’t know the rhythm of the body
so much as I know the rhythm of the words.
I guess we’re just set for two separate worlds.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Tonight I’m just sitting here with the rainfall
and with the risk of sounding trite,
I’m tired.
I’m not happy with who I've become, a mask has also started slowly creeping up my own jaw, putting on a disguised facade. Each day can start with a smile. You hope, you wander, but sometimes it’s forced and in vain. I’m not sure how to dodge or end this. And as the light falls to eclipse and engulf the air in a shroud of darkness, apathy immerses sensation. I dream of a world where I am taken in my sleep. Anything that will save me from this monotony.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
When I was seven I summoned spirits with an Ouija board and shadow-souls
guided my hands towards the letter 'S' after I asked, in my defining romantic
fashion, "who is man I fall in love with?"
I made a list of Seth and Sam and Scott until I envisioned names in languages
that have never danced on my tongue and surnames that sound like writings
out of fairy tales.
I like to think that my musing and poems and all the fantasy-oriented writings
I've produced have all been about this ambiguous 'S'.
Though I'm in awe over how out of sync the hemispheres of my brain need to
be for the logical to collide with the fantasy. Because there are about 6,800 to
6,900 bodies of words and systems in today's modern civilization and most, if
not all, have to contain the letter 'S'.
The odds of me discovering the function of two sets of 206 bones laying perfectly
still on a spring mattress together with a boy called 'S' are probable and far from
my illusion.
All in all I've misconstrued my perception of infatuation and love based on what
I chose to believe that night I used a telephone of sorts to contact dead lovers,
who watch over the living to see the anatomical parts they don't have anymore
collide with each other.
I love the boy called "S".
My writing has and always will be about the boy called 'S'. And when I find the boy
called 'S', I won't mention any of this because I'm well aware of how daft this all sounds.
Of how I allowed ghosts to untangle the read thread tied to my left ring finger
and lead me to the other end of the string.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
“I have never witnessed a lovelier creature”
With lips like four leaf clovers;
containing the perfect shape.
The way our fingers intently glide
across the corners of eachother’s smile,
an ordeal so surreal with magic tricks.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
Why am I infatuated
with my weight and size
lately..
Don't think that I
haven't been eating, cause
I have been.
I have no one to impress.
But there is a wonderful
someone.
He doesn't care about
weight and size. Especially mine.
He's fallen for something
else
of mine; the words that
flutter from my mind.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
why put your lips
on that cigarette
when you could just
put them on mine
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
I closed my eyes and whispered in the air,
Saying to feel the life is dear.
When you think we will lose the moment,
Loosing a lot.
Your soul will burn and your tears will drop,
Your wings may fade through the crimson shade.
Yearning through the time,
Let your life purely shine.
The light will be good but blind you to dark
But don't be afraid,
I have realized that it can free your heart.
Can you feel the lightwaves experience;
The air that takes you away?
When that night I felt your sympathy
I will never leave you through eternity.
The time will soon eager to be froze,
But slowly have my heart to the one my destiny chose.
Through my devoted soul,
Lies beyond a cosmic hole.
It's where the pain meets
When I feel too the anger, the heat.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC