Her dark eyes,
beaming and fair.
Remind me to that of a doe,
Pleasant but hiding.
Dark eyes whispering sweet reference to her darkened hair.
Her skin is sunblessed, but she's darker still.
With legs that steal the breath from my lungs.
-
She reminds me of a storm, crackling in the distance.
One that I don't think will ever truly arrive,
although i've tasted the rain, many times.
it never seems enough.
The storm left a time ago, but she has lingered ever since.
All of my crops died that year.
I've been begging for the sound that rain brings.
For she's heaven on my lips.

N.H.

A strange recipe,
There seems a certain scarceness of plan to it all.
A summarized unfairness found to this madness,
Two parts chaos to each one part life and matter in equal balance.
A slight dose of loss and grievance, coupled with a dash of unpleasant discourse
and equal parts discouragement.
Break two hearts and empty them into the emulsion.
They'll be buried in there,
to be forgotten as individuals
and rendered part of the whole.
Dust with the sweetness of love,
loyalty
and fulfilled longing.
And present it all to someone special,
Only to find they don't like the bitter taste.
-
If each mans life was a dessert,
mine would be a dark cake, dry as the desert.

N.H.

And then all of a sudden
it strikes upon the witching hour.
The whole building is dark and quiet,
and if I concentrate hard enough…
all the ghosts of the past seep out from within my head
and wander the halls.
Ghosts that are lingering ever so faintly beyond my bed, unmade.
Linen scattered across the floor far from organised fashion.
It feels as though i’m cursed for all my past transgressions,
cursed for fealty sworn unto myself.
These ghosts will never fade, and these nights will never lift.
But it’s now that I find peace,
in the stillness of the night.
it’s been like this forever.
And feel as though it forever will.
How I sometimes long not for morning,
but for tomorrows first light.

N.H.

Try to hold your breath while reading this…

Did you know that you are alive because you are taking approximately 16 breaths per minute. On average that is around
960 breaths an hour,
23040 breaths a day
and
8409600 a year.

That means if you were to live to 80 years old by chance, you would have inhaled and exhaled around 672,768,000 breaths within your entire lifetime!

I don't know about you, but a year feels like a hell of a long time, it feels like there is a few too many left and too long to care… too much spare time, time to live.
Empty living space.
But I am 22… that mean that I have inhaled and exhaled…

( 8,409,600 x 22 = 185,011,200 times )

That means that I only have around
487756800 breaths
left in my life,
and that’s if I am to survive until 80 years old.
But lets be honest,
I've an acquired taste for liquor, smoke, danger, excitement and unhealthy food habits.
So it’s likely I’ve more like
151,372,800 breaths
left in my life.
Even in the best case I’ve a couple hundred million breaths spent and only a mere couple hundred breaths hold great memories.
As hard as it is to live by personally, I sometimes wonder why others or myself even allow room in their lives for or give strength to hatred when we exist coterminously as a collective species.
It’s simply nothing but a wasted breath.
When you think a little on the breaths you have left if feels a little like a countdown, and it even makes something you've probably taken for granted
like a great,
deep,
long,
breath…
tastes…
just…
a little…
bit…
sweeter.

N.H.

**** poetry.
It has never done anything for me,
And likely never will.

N.H.

If you sit there poking me,
trying to demean me,
decrease me
and
destroy me,
while you smile.
If you try,
actively to make me angry.
And I sit there and absorb all your negativity,
And all your insults
and all your criticisms,
while I smile.
-
If you bite me,
be prepared to deal with the hot poison i'll spit back
if and when
I finally…
*******
explode,
smiling.

N.H.

I just want a friend.
A friend who finds me interesting,
and doesn't mind staying up all night...
watching movies
and TV shows with me.
And learning
and loving
the characters alongside me.
-
I want a friend who appreciates when I decide to spoil them
every once in awhile.
A friend who values the rarity of my emotional response,
and comforts my cynicism with idealism.
I want a friend that can hold a conversation with me
and not feel intimidated.
I want a friend that can breathe happiness into my life
so I can breathe it back into theirs.
Of course if this friend had
***** and a nice smile
it might help too I suppose,
but that is not an entirely exclusive requirement.

N.H.