when we first met
i likened you to wine
intense, intoxicating
 
after years of marriage
you are now
like everyday rice
 
plain
simple
warm
comforting
nurturing
(i wanted to say caring, guiding, protective, devoted, kind, tender, gentle, affectionate, loving -- but they nowhere define rice)
sustaining
white (****)
 
just some basic can't-live-without-you & never-gonna-leave-ya
irresistible (like rice) kind of love
slow cooked by fire

Harp strings.
Heart stings.
Start things.
He sings.
Phone rings.
Rungs
on a ladder leading up,
Up,
Up, and away.
Say,
Why the ****
am I not enough?
No, just terrible, terrible luck.

In life there are barriers
That cannot be broken

There are oceans
That cannot be crossed

There are envelopes
Doomed to remain forever unsealed
With letters doomed to remain forever unsent, unread

There are mountains
That cannot be climbed

There are secrets
That will themselves to remain forever unspoken

There are stars
That cannot be reached

These are just some of the many things
One has to admit in order to become Adult

I have arrived.
Back to the place I didn't think I would be for so long.
Back to the place I'm supposed to call home again.
Back to the place I want to call home.
The place that could be home--
Could be if I make it--
If I choose to let it.
If I decide this is where I am supposed to be,
Supposed to live,
Supposed to breathe.
Back to home
Where I may not belong
Where things may fit
Yet feels so wrong.
Back to places I only kind of know
Around people who I am scared to show
I am forever lost and broken.
Forever searching for home.
Forever wanting to find a place
Where I love what I do,
Who I am with,
Who I am.
I am home again searching.
Searching and searching forever
Hoping, waiting, and wishing
That maybe
Someday soon
I will find my home.

you wrap your hands
around my ever growing waistline,
yet I am beautiful,
you told me so,

or was that a lie,
and where do the truth and your lies separate or are they the same now,

do you know the honesty you lack,
and maybe i find that attractive,
do I?
how could I not know you were incapable of truth telling,
bi personality,
a hybrid disease of acquiescing all that you seem,
and I've believed you,

what does that say of me?

(the city had fought the fortnight before)
fire burned through the little skirts
and plastic lunch boxes
carrying the nourishment of our future
doctors and worldshakers—

                                 Future
tax paying Americans
And beacon of the nation.

Wide awake, in the thoughts of a light bulb,
(Where sidewalk stairs politic with the devil,)
A raindrop fell and whispered to the asphalt,
“Tell me what you know about happiness…”
And somewhere, in the middle of a pineapple parade,
A Pepsi can smiled and danced the night away with Nyquil labels.

Once...there are 2 types of women...

One, are the types that you only can enjoy up their bodies..

The other one, are the types of woman that you can rely on and respect them...


But, lastly...


There is one more types...

Types of woman, that wipe out the other two types...


It is...The woman that you love...

When you met her... All the other woman in this world vanish... And, she'll be the only woman that you know...

Thus... You'll only set your eyes to that singular woman...

Delved a little deeper to touch the shimmering light
She buried her head further to explore
Darkness grilled and loneliness hugged her

She whimpered, they smiled
She flustered, they relaxed
She squeaked, they laughed
She shrivelled, they danced

Danced to the tunes of death
Coupled with destruction and disaster
They met to tell the untold
To paint the riot of feelings that they hold
The words were unravelled first, revealing the emotions bit by bit

Angry and paralyzed she stared
Shout they said, she whispered
Scream they commanded, gibberish is what she spoke
Every time she groped, it disturbed the perfect picture that she had closely held on to

Welcome to existence they bellowed
Here emotions are bargained and bodies are bartered
Where noises are empty and silence can be heard
Living is what they term it, existing is what we do.