I meet your gaze and try to define the boundless palpable energy that swells when our pupils align.
It elicits the sensation of a familiar comfort, such as running my fingers along the corrugated ribbon attached to my childhood stuffed animal, laced with the sentiment of intrepid adventure.
An immeasurable attraction that I imagine only the 'Big Bang' comes close to matching in intensity and preliminary growth.
I scavenge my mind trying to find the vocabulary adequate enough to even sprits the palate of emotion that could describe our eye contact; Holding each word to the light to see if it shines brightly enough.
Finally, I found it. Only a seed of the colossal forest. Still, it will do.
There is no way to translate the spirit of your glance, other than cosmic magnetism.
Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 8:22 PM UTC
YOU ARE HERE. ON THIS SP(HERE), NOT S(FEAR) . SO DO NOT FEAR; THE DIFFERENT OR THE QUEER. KEEP THEM NEAR AND DEAR OR SHOVE IT UP YOUR ******* REAR.
DO NOT DIVIDE WHAT WE USED TO PRIDE. FOR WHICH PEOPLE HAVE DIED. THAT'S CALLED A BACKSLIDE. LIKE "GO TO THE BLACK SLIDE". DON'T PUSH THEM OUTSIDE BECAUSE YOU'RE HATING INSIDE. THAT HATE IS JUST FEAR. BUT DO NOT HATE AND DO NOT FEAR.
BECAUSE YOU AND ME? WE. ARE. HERE.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
One day, L.A. I'll come back to play,
Watch palm trees sway and the ocean spray,
In the sun I'll lay, all ******* day,
Maybe I'll stay, get old and gray.
My memories fray, so now I say:
One day, L.A. I'll come back to play.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
you were but a baby bird trying to escape the nest of hatred,
you knew you couldn't fly,
but you still jumped, why?
i now sit alone in this nest of thorns,
im ******* ****** and bleeding.
the more i move the more mutilated i become.
im so ******* tired and i cant get any rest,
im stuck awake because of chirps of pain.
**im so ******* tired**
im terrified of what might happen next.
**if i have to hear another bird hit the ******* ground** i'll...
i wont do anything.
there's nothing i can do
i cant move or im mutilated
im stuck in a thorny nest and im so ******* tired.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
My feet grew heavy then still.
Around me gathered a field of sorrow.
Metallic roses and tulips gather to console bowed heads.
Long leaves began to shade my eyes.
One lonely laugh was heard,
A gust of wind lifted the curtains for only a moment;
In which a kite struck me, becoming intertwined in my leaves.
I could hear your strides come to a halt at my trunk.
You grabbed the end of the kite and tugged.
My branches didn't want to let go.
You yanked and pulled with all your might.
I became weak and hurt.
My branches unwillingly released the kite just as a burst of wind took you away with it.
Now I stand alone in a field of sorrow,
with sad limp branches.
Here I'll remain, surrounded by metallic tulips and roses,
never to be visited again by that bright kite.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
On his shoulders are freckles like leaves,
Uncountable kisses he steals, he thieves,
His cinnamon beard soft as a feather,
He mends me with kisses, he holds me together.
He is truth in the love songs I hear,
He whispers sweet stories into my ear,
He makes me feel so lame and cliche,
I want him forever, not just a day.
He wraps my heart around his finger,
Upon my lips, his lovely lips linger,
I know each other is all we need,
And too, he knows, my mind he reads.
I long and yearn for our bright life,
Maybe, one day I'll be his wife,
But now we wait for the right time,
I can't wait until he's mine.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Happy day, and you're not around.
But I still know you love me.
Our relationship fell to the ground.
But I think God's still above me.
Happy day, let's go fly a kite.
Those little girl grins mock my heart,
This tattered thing, filled with spite.
While my smile mocks sour tart.
Happy day, and I'm all alone.
But I know you still love me.
Not a ring from the phone.
And I'm missing part of me
Today is the day.
When I feel most broken.
But I think you still love me.
Since those were the words you had spoken.
Today is fathers day.
But I think you still love me.
It's not okay, that you're away.
But I know God's still above me.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
It's funny how you pull my hair,
How you tease me.
Its funny how "she doesn't care",
How much you really please me.
It's funny how I can't have you,
And how I never will.
It's funny how this is all true,
And how now it's going downhill.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
It's difficult to tell who you really are,
Your eyes merely reflect my expectations,
I yearn to explore your scar,
I want to expand your limitations,
I hold dear, to our warm worn memory,
but even closer to my heart, is our future,
I'm not sure what you think of me,
Please, I need this wound to be sutured,
So fill my soul with your secret,
Hug my heart with your words,
Give me your heart, I promise I'll keep it,
And we'll nest together like birds.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
11:12 on a Tuesday.
A moment when the wind stopped,
Buds popped,
Grass was chopped,
Bunnies hopped,
And my heart dropped.
11:12 on a Tuesday.
A moment when rivers spilled,
Snow was killed,
Birds trilled,
And my soul was filled.
11:12 on a Tuesday.
A moment when spring was delayed,
Children played,
Flowers swayed,
And whole, I was made.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC