Impatient,
action after action,
arrogance,
incapable
as
inner
organs slowly die.
I could just give you

a cure,
but you would not be satisfied
any more.

Remember when we used to just watch things,
stare at them, make them precious in our heads.
We lined up every single one.
We sat and scribbled on the back of paintings.
We pushed stuff together, our beds,
our lips. Now all we do is run.

The best part was when my heart rate went up,
the worst when I lost the need to hear
your voice.

I wish to whisper in the ear you picture
him
nibbling on.
I try to make it easy, to help
you
understand, just what it is
to feel so bright, picturing a kiss,
before it even happens.

Starting, all of a sudden, an easy, yet challenging win
I just can't comprehend what went down,
how this could have been,
slightly more brown of skin,
just what, why the gown
or why this dress?

I started it, now she started it, I guess
we're starting something.
This girl, she is a work of art and I don't want
any less than every part

I've dreamt of this to occur,
thousands and thousands of times before
never ever did I expect, even more, this,
for some way to connect
hardwired, complicated structures, not just blending, but
melting together, but this is just, possibly, the
start.

I'll be a wreckage in the morning
and the day after.

Combined it will exceed,
emerge out from the rubble.

An influence in
a change forever to be
reconstructed lives.

Interactions spelled backwards
unraveling in codes.

I was a wreckage in the evening
and the day before.

Is he savouring the words,
enjoying every bit?
Is he annoyed and does
he hate reading?

Nobody knows,
but the books he tries
to read are out of his league.

I decided to be lazy
and in comfort,
while I could be planting
love and growing experiences
like crazy.

While I could have studied,
worked for days,
have gratification,
on me bestowing
an honest to god translation
of matter to mind.

Behind on tasks
I did not choose the latter,
I decided to be lazy.

Maybe I am crazy

When no answer is more meaningful
than any reaction could have been.
When all this time I wasted seems so cruel
I'm out of tears and out of fuel.

I want to go away, take a cab to a station
to find a plane to travel to a distant land.
I could see myself sitting, for hours, just like I did before
but now reviewing, instead of hoping.

When the grass is not green at all
on this side, I don't care and lie down.
I feel so small, this one stalk is too
but all around the world they're bigger.

The dream is gone, the winds have stopped blowing,
everything is frozen, immobilized, like me
the minute before I realized
and the minute after
she was
gone

Willing to be shaped roughly, taste
the cold sensation working it's way
down to your toes, tingling. My tongue
is stuck.

On big days like these I think
extra hard and long about the meaning
of a song or the missing link,
the mystery that's leaning
in and whispering closely to your ear.
So very quiet but just loud enough for you to hear.
Do it, is what it says. And you get conscious,
you get a little curious. Furiously do you
want to know.

And when you find it
you deperately want to show, all and anyone
what it is, this marvelous revelation,
this heartstimulating, sensational relation.
The connection that you seem to see
it's personal and means more than anything to me.

All the unfitting things that take over apart
from this concept, kept ruining the troubly vision
that you have. Faith was losing to the misperception
of this world.

I miss you, lover, I miss you, family,
I miss you, friend and stranger, hovering
closer and closer to me. I'll miss you but you're free.

They don't understand, but why would they.
They live without the burden, the outcast feeling
that you have or do they hide it, I don't know.

I miss you, stranger, why'd you have to go?