I
watched
him
every
night
sweep
his
guilt
under
our
queen
bed.



@mosquitoism

I am half dead.
Like the crushed leaves beneath my feet.
They are almost brown but absolutely not green.
All I do is flitting from one side to another
senselessly
until I disappear
completely.

My body is cold and white like yours.
Though, you don’t have a body now,
I don’t have anybody.
To love.
But I know a soul which will never die.

It musn’t be a surprise that God keeps you out of my reach.
I would take all of you.
In one go.
Sweetest suicide ever.
While you are flowing through my throat
to my stomach,
I will destroy my excretory system
to keep you inside of me
for more than a little while.

I do love you, I love you twice.

How can you be so real and unreal at the same time?
I hate to fake myself but
“I think I made you up inside my head.”




@mosquitoism
December/2011

Modesty;
something
that
a synagogue,
a church,
a mosque
or a temple
doesn't** have.



mosquitoism

I feel so divorced from the world* - I said.
He smiled - You haven't even got married yet.



@mosquitoism

When I think of happiness
I think of a vintage VW beetle.
Yellow.
Not to drive
but put somewhere I can see
and feel good about at times.
Yet, I was happy once
And I thought it was heaven
I was on the side where the grass was greener.
It was greener indeed.


@mosquitoism

.
.
.
I don't care what the weather is like;
a s
long
a s
you
rain
on
m
e
.
.
.





@mosquitoism  21.03.2014