something about the late nights
driving alone with the windows down
listening to a soft melody
reminiscing all the old times
the good times
when life wasn't so complicated
it is pure beauty
feeling the most vulnerable
the most alone
it is such a joyous sensation
knowing that i can feel this way
whenever i need to get out
it's just as simple as starting a car
pressing play
and rolling the windows down

It’s 11:49 p.m.
and we’re still driving.
That’s all we’ve done.
The needle hovers
lifting and landing
upon the E for empty.

We’re content with
the smoky upholstery
that buoys our curvature.
The mechanical shelter
that trundles beneath us.

He’s rubbing his chin
where his shadow grows.
His ruby eyes on the road.
Knees pulled to my throat
I breathe and savor constellations
wondering how they might feel.

Stubble and midnight starlight
is how the next day begins.

Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS

if I bled myself dry crying I realized
no one would notice
which brought more
self pitying flows

if I quit I would never
feel better
so I again cried
not a river

just a trickle
of a poem
sort of a leach on my soul
bloodletting

just enough to get
on with it all

I haven't seen her in awhile
Heard her voice or seen that smile
So I'm staring at my phone
Thinking "maybe I should dial"

But I can't
Things aren't the same
I don't know when it went wrong
Or why things even changed

I hope you're doing well
Better than ever before
Life without you is hell
But I think it's time to close this door

And I hope that this can reach you
Just so you know
I'll never forget you
And how you made me grow

If I could turn back the hands of time
I'd fix all the broken
Keep us in our prime
With you gone, I've awoken
And realized the problems were all mine
But now we're over
Goodbye to cloud nine

I see you:
you're dreaming.

about what trees are you hanging?
over what seas are you flying?

why are your eyes so gracefully closed?
how does your lips press each other?

what music sounds inside your heart?
is it the same music we listen to the same moment?

right here,
on the aeroplane / over the sea

I know we are
I know you'll smile

I know your hair dancing to the wind
I know your crossed hands

I know the smell before your rain,
the one you left in stars

I know the music of your silence
or absence of life

I know your sleep
and even there, oh,

I guess I love you even more
than I have ever loved myself

I love you
because I know
you want
to take this from me
and say
“Let me do this for you.”
even though
I know and you know
you can’t.
It’s a nice sentiment, though
made nicer by the fact
we both know
“It’s okay. I can.”
Just hold my hand.