Life hits in waves.
The question is which wavelength will you be riding?
Believe nothing you hear. only which is true.


What is without conviction. What are you doing here?
His lips so soft on mine today.

Feeling no regret I earn for him more. He knows.

I slowly let out the smoke he blew in my mouth. We watch it as it curls down my chest onto the top of the warm water.

My hips turning while I watch him tell stories he's told too many times.. Restlessly. Flashes of his strong arms and thighs on top of me.. this persian man will forever remain in my memories. Innocent.

How crazy of a day. How young and free I feel. Picked up by young attractive boys who are writers, musicians and poets. Then to be dropped off hours later with no exchange of information. I fall in love with everyone I meet. I talked about my pack back home. They loved hearing my stories. Constantly asking questions.. I fall deeper

in love with the idea that I will stay loyal to my people forever. No matter what happens. I see friend units everywhere I go. Im very lucky to know that someone has my back as much as I have   theirs.
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While perception creates reality, reality frees us from limitation.

I am a little village surrounded by trees that ignore me
Surrounded by cities with bright lights and woundrous tales
I am a little village surrounded by the lush spring flowers that tempt the winds with their scents.Telling them to carry them off into a forgotten land where they can share pieces of each other undisturbed
I am a little village,yes a little forgotten village with a tiny population I can count on my fingers and barely enough to feed my tattered soul
Yet I am a little village that sings the loudest at night

You go through people like you use q-tips.
Did you ever make a connection that wasn't entirely parasitic?

warm colors light my way
as I walk around town
looking for something
to do with my day.

There's not many people out
cause it is beginning to rain
and this street's dangerous
there's people outside looking in.

I don't know how they
can see us or what they think
they see anyway, but
their eyes keep accosting us.

Some of wonder and delight
others cold and dark as night,
there's chatter coming through
the frame like an open window too.

warm colors light my way
as I scratch my head and
think of something good to say,
who are these people?

Why do some laugh, like they
want to take my place while
others cry as if seeing this way
reminds them of their own pain?

Quarters spill from my pockets
Contrary to the ways my lies never do
The thickness in lemonade cuts my tongue
& The edges from freshly broken pieces
Try to dissect the 36 syllables in
Your words strung together
By bare teeth and neon truths only the
Moon’s craters ever get to hear,
I'm here but I'm not the gold of the
Moon, I'm a spinning solar system
& You are all the orange waves in the
Oceans breathing life into cold stillness
Still I can't swim because I refuse the
Possibility to drown
But I don’t need water to feel like
I'm sinking & these coins make me heavy
Like your name make me light
How can I be planets when your
Eyes are silver galaxies

I'm so scared
I just don't know it yet.
Spin me around
The vertigo is comforting.
Constant movement and changing
Is good sometimes.

i found my muse
when i found you
i could write about
the confidence in your walk
the taste of your tongue
the softness of your smile
and everything in-between
for hours on end
i find poems
embedded in your neck
and the only way to get them out
is with my lips
i find fragmented sentences
on your back
and the only way to fix them
is by subtly tracing my fingers
along your skin
your eyes
oh god
theyre a book in themselves
and im still trying
to figure out what they say
the freckles dusting your cheeks
are very similar to single words
much in need of being
strung together
to form the loveliest sentence
ever whispered into a summer breeze
your lips
remind me much of pieces of poetry
ive never gotten to finish writing
but my lips are the pen
and your mouth is my paper
so i wouldnt mind seeing the final product
not even the worlds best poets
could come together
and write something
the capture the beauty of your existence
my words
are merely an understatement

-m.v.

I see the world
through a small lens

so the robust
and infinite hugeness
of it
won't completely terrify me.

For a thousand lives, only one was needed
Every lie I told, and infection treated
We run together, we run apart
We fight the madness of mind and heart
I cling to you for one last breath
I wish for life, I wish for death
And with this promise you have spoken
And every promise I have broken
I forgive myself with reason
Only time can cleanse this treason
For you, a thousand lives I give
For you, a thousand lies I live