It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.
Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
How can a body bear such longing?
Borne on fulfilment,
even atoms enclosed in their vast spaces
Hide from nothing.
I wish for you here
Because the air
won't turn black
this time
The air
will be the chariot of certainty
Crushing the physical
structure of the confused
So when you leave finally
Because of
destructions of ambiguity.
Know my tears
They are nourishment,
Softening the ground.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
sometimes I imagine myself
deep in the ventricles of your
heart, a small figure planted
in flesh, and I gingerly touch
the walls, where everything
seems so raw, I whisper that
I am so sorry, and you absorb
my apologies. B u t
I am just another echo, a heart
murmur, that is exactly what i
am, a heart murmur.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
I desire your well being
for the reasons that
your palms may bestow
the unknowable depth for the good.
And if I continue any longer
I'll take leave of all my
senses.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
The Nothing doesn't care for
riddles or wits
The Darkness isn't picky who's
embraced in it's grips
The Infinite won't mind if you
doubt it exists
The Endless wants nothing with
the scars on your wrists
The Untold collective ignorance
ends in an abyss
The Questions without answers
wither on my lips
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
Your world is coming apart
By design,
structure
Remember you agreed?
Did you really think you could preserve
The comfort of your outgrown shell?
**How many degrees
of confusion
can you bear in your mirror world**?
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC