You know that feeling where you thought that you really love that someone so much, you thought you couldn't really live without him/her?
Then suddenly, as time goes by,
you stop feeling that way without realizing it.
And you don't feel jealous when they were with someone else,
and yet you still seem to care?
That's how I feel about him.

{ E.I }

One day, you will meet a guy who will see the sunsets in your eyes.
Who will make you cry, but with joy,
Instead of misery, late at night.
Who will fight for you,
Instead of letting you guys fall apart.
Who will assure you that this isn't a repeat,
of your first broken heart.

You don't have to settle for anyone else,
Just to feel loved,
You are showered with it,
Even from above.

There is a whole world out there waiting for you.
A world that awaits for what your talent can do.
Don't let him hold you back.
No guy who is ever worth it will do that.

A guy who can walk away from you,
After letting you believe that they do love you,
Is never worth it.
Let him go, hunny.
Love will come looking for you.
Don't look for it.

*The wait will be worth it.

Today
when I saw you
I just closed my eyes
but there I saw you
just like the way
I saw you for
the first time

When we're together we can:

- hold hands
- kiss
- listen to our favorite tunes
- be super weird
- take rlly dumb selfies
- eat at subway
- sing dumb lovey dovey songs together
- cuddle
- hug

is that
we search
for true love
in others
without knowing
that
true love exist
within ourselves

poetry is to go beyond

( • )  ( • )

and to enter the sublimity
Of fanciful creation

•         •

Thru poetry

We can plumb the depths of superficiality
And enter the world of the truly mundane

Where self created artificial emotions flourish
In the sanctity of ego and it's  brother -- pride

//

Poetry is like  a perpetual Facebook selfie
An intimate look at virtual nothingness

Uninhibited by any sense of responsibility
Or the foolish societal claims upon us
To // get real //

I came to understand this today when I
Witnessed a bus crash into some child on the street
And **** it

All the phones came out and the pictures were taken
Posted and going viral

The excitement was so real

Everyone trying to get their picture taken with the grieving mother
Who was Center Stage for the first time in her life!

People were lying down in the street with the corpse and taking selfies

It was a true celebration of what is real

People were ******* and cheering and loving
And having such a good time

IT WAS PURE VISUAL POETRY

and
DEAR FELLOW POETS
It reminded me of you !!

Love without the limitations imposed
By vain morality and modesty

Life without some pompous *** telling us
What is fit or not fit to explore

We are just bodies !
We are pure art !

Thru poetry we can delve into the complete emptiness
Of meaningless experience

And raise it to the heights of enlightened vulgarity
We can raise simple uncomplicated exploitation
Of others
Into the grandest expression of total eternal love

We can talk majestically of touching someone's hair
Or  neck or genitalia

And show it's superiority to that of knowing someone's soul

We are gods and goddesses of the sublime manifestations
Of dying in pain

Numb to the oblivion of the gathering
Of the holy tribes

We have entered the mystic realm of sheer
And perfect triviality
Where life is hardly noticed within the noise

WE ARE THE POETS !

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US !

EVERY ONE !