in this classroom
words are hurled

in air,
the grotesque pencil scribbles.
in air, monstrosity
colour and colour to brown monotony

briefly?
talks tide
throats oscillate
leisure is an angry child
wreaking havoc on paper

listen, here,
just a halted breath:
air thins
page on page does not bleed
but it tears alright

If I was blind
I would have fallen in love with your voice
I would have fallen in love with your laughter

If I was deaf
I would have fallen in love with your beauty
I would have fallen in love with your graceful movements

... but I am neither and I have fallen in love with it all and more.

The smile you offered me as a parting gift is still growing wider and wider in my heart.

Yesterday
I took a walk in the park
found Hello
but she refused to play
I saw the heartbeat, of Helios
lofty heels horses kick
but nothing came my way
the sunflower
dropped its head
the nightcrawlers fled
I scratched my head
yet hello had nothing
left to say
On the night of mares
with no place to let
drafted to death
I mean a man is a man
a woman needs her love
talking heads
meet and treat
love doves,
only happen
after hey.

his eyes
perhaps like the creek
greyish-blue with bits of moss
reflections from the sky
lips like roses
pink and soft
wanting them to press into my skin
once again
like it used to be
elegant hands
one in mine
hair soft
hands running through it
caramel and gold
shining in the sun
a smile
like the sun
lighting up my life
the prettiest boy i've ever seen
inside and out

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.

when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?

Tell me you love me,
As you gaze into my eyes,
Leaving kisses for all to see,
In violet, yellow and cerise.

Show me your fiery passion,
As you scream out my name,
Expletives a mere expression,
Of feelings that drive you insane.

Make me feel your adoration,
With your bruising touch,
With the heart of a nation,
To make me love you as such.