the world is your stage
but it is my
playground

she says YES
DON'T LET THIS STOP
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
******.
and you've done it again.

I will bite your tongue
while you bite your words
i miss writing like i miss your mouth
soft,sweet,spicy

do what you want
you're not needed on this side of town
just receding,slowly
away and away and away
up in the sky
in a hot air balloon
around the world in 100 days
because we need the extra 20
to enjoy the sights and sounds


yes darling, australia is beautiful
but the coral reef is dying, and rotting away
no more rainbow shores
just an island in the middle of nowhere;somewhere

i will find you
even if 100 days later
you are on a street corner
smoking a ciggarette in each hand
stuffing the world down your throat

INHALE;EXHALE
INHALE;EXHALE

Antarctica is melting away.

you can run run run as fast as you can
but you will always look back and wonder,

because i know you see yourself in me.

colors
and escaping smoke from lungs
heat scorching bare skin
families burying animals in their backyards
a drunken ******* a bed
mountains with crusted hands reaching, how i once lived among the trees
the green light signal of the music that fills every pore with fragments of intoxicating sounds
a reflection in the morning, with no regrets as to what's there
amethyst extravagance
the seafoam green walls
a **** cake in the fridge
a beaded reminder: carpe diem momento mori

everything but the unmarked road we will walk

hello, i am air.
i am finding my way between cherry blossom lips.

hello, i am earth.
i am beneath you, rooting your feet to this very spot.
don't you dare move.

hello, i am water.
i am slowly slapping against the shore.
testing my own depth.
dive in.

hello, i am fire.
i am every passion a flame holds.
i am every ounce of heat that goes straight to your head; makes you sweat, disorients you.

hello, i am possibility.
i am the wide open sky, second chances, new horizons.
i am the point of no return.

Lust consuming the mattress on the floor

Dressed in sweat and black silk

The escaped gasps caught in the entwinement of young flesh

the human mind is just an extravagant illusion.

a complicated spectrum of polarized emotions

fluid and elegant dreams like boats on waters that ripple infinitely, obliviously

(because once you wake up, theyre gone)

what we call "love" is just a chemical released

what we believe is the sun , the moon, the energy

is nothing compared to what they ACTUALLY ARE.

it is just easier to assign them names, proper scientific qualities and observations than to stay awake in our beds and enjoy the mystery

we don't have enough time to be confused.

confusion?

in which the mind struggles to process a stream of thoughts into a single explainable or even remotely comprehensive one

therefore, transferred into words,

metaphors and similies

because emotion, the concept can never be explained clear

these, after all, are just words.

they shall make no significant impact on those who don't accept them.

words are just a series of symbols we convince you to believe in.

like numbers,

time.

where does the past go?

do the memories still wallow in a another realm exactly where you left them

the times you danced under the moon

or that first kiss

you swear, so much, that the energy is left behind.

the fascinating way you still feel the shadows of things that will never be again.