At the depth of night,
I stood,
You were there,
Circling,
Circling me like a shark does to their prey.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
People aren’t born (I thought whilst watching a passionate artist perform their blood for the audience),
They are found.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
I loved her,
Growing up together,
But the separation of tertiary education,
I became more selfish,
I saw you were hurt,
Majorly hurt,
I hurt also,
But it was you,
And I had to withdraw myself,
Away from you,
I didn’t understand you see,
I was being selfish to survive,
To live another day to be selfish
And to be able to be in your aura,
Even though I knew you were hurting
I needed to get better before
So I could just see you
In all that is a strong light.
But you were hurting and I didn’t do anything,
I selfishly sustained my desire over you to only see you later.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
Absurd, observe, absorb
Sounds all the same to me.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
i know i can't make music like some.
i know i can't make paints play like some.
but i know what i can do more than some.
I can love you more than anyone.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
if i’m not an artist what
on earth am I?
if i’m not an artist why
am i here?
if i’m not an artist now
then when?
if i’m not an artist why
can’t I be?
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
i become
very aware
of my chewing
when there
is somebody
**** in the
room.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
A B C D E
F G H I’m
J K L M N
O P Q R Still
learning T
U V W X Y
Z
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
calm
part 1
im containing this earthquake of anxiety in my heart
while i
wait
until your eyes step into my view.
part 2
brain pulsing
the eyes step into mine
&
then nothing else exists other than you
part 3
i hear one butterfly wings clap in my soul.
nothing. tremors calm under my skin.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
The chin is where I'll begin.
Round, similar to a bubble, though able to touch.
To the lips, full and raw.
They say yours are a door to ones heart.
Together, the mouth that tells secrets and lies to keep those you love.
Jawline symmetrical like a pair of birds wings. Watch them tense then fly.
A check so soft that I need to feel it over and over to prove its existence.
Above, the nose, so you can smell the honey cinnamon nectar on me, attracting you like a bumblebee.
Then our eyes. Yours brown like melted chocolate and mine ice blue. They met and in that second I felt a deep and profound connection.
Faces.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC