It’s all
magic.
All
we know.
All we
think we
know,
all magic.
All knowledge,
magic.
Wand
raised,
spun
and it
began.
All that
happens
magic.
Scurry around
we do.
Oblivious!
Oblivious of
the spell.
The spell
of creation.
The Sorcerer,
plans
unknowable.
Alchemy of
creation.
Everything
spun up
from
nothingness!
Magic of
life!
Each,
magical creatures.
Awe.
The
awe of
being.
Alive!
The magic,
a gift,
a curse.
Everything.

Under inlaid sky
by emptiness
and
paved floor
with coldness

Carrying
bright colors
of pain

I meet you
while
you are sitting
at the edge
of the abyss
swaying your legs
as if it is
the paradise

We stared
at each other

this is an invitation
to expected end
or
may be
unexpected salvation

Stared at the silence
rejoicing the loss
and
singing the pain

This pathway
opened by blood
sweat
and human cell debris

We paid
our debts of emotions
and walked
Like a smile
waiting
to be planted
in the ground
of the freedom

1 second
before
the apocalypse

so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.

to all the worlds inside of me I've tried to hide
for the sake of infatuation
boys like simplicity
so simple I will be
but who am I without my thoughts
who am I without metaphors for love
you want to trace the maps of my skin
without hearing of the places I've been
I refuse to soften myself
for your own indulgement