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Messy Thoughts  Dec 2017
You.
Messy Thoughts Dec 2017
I never thought that i will fall for you.
But, here i am.
Every day, every second,
falling for you over and over again.

I told ***
my struggle on finding the right man to date.
because, i'm tired of wasting my time on someone who don't
deserve me.
But i guess, He just sent me one person
who deserve me and i deserve him,
it's you.
He knows that i need someone that could change me to be a better person.

You are that "someone".
You are the one that i never thought would come.
but, i'm so lucky and thankful that you here.

How i'm so in love with every wise words that you said.
the way you take responsibility of everything you do,
and the way you take care of me like brother take care of his sister.

There are so much more about you that makes me fall deeply in love with you,
but i don't wanna share it to everyone,
or else they will fall for you too.
Third Eye Candy Jun 2013
The Buddha slept under the night sky on His back
eyes open; fearless love looked up. humbling the majesty
of the Void's gift.

eyes fixed... both peerless.
first among equals.
but transcendent.

The Buddha,
wearing grass-stained robes
chose a blank spot
for a blank stare

" Nowhere Girls are EveryWHERE "

He thought, astonished.

a moment after
where once He stood
there Was No
spoon.

[ PART ii ] NOT THE KOAN BUT THE KOAN THAT YOU GOT

on the X-ray zen splints were clearly spidered webs in ghost bone... how should I feel that my sensei saw the X-ray first?
life is where the answer to this question is a real thing draped in ominous clarity like a town fool, the beggar foreclosing
on your house of cards, the winged swine and some guy named Patrick having a smoke in your face; the mailman, who
always looks so serious about your trivia in a blue hat... who always trips over your precious dying very potted plants!
yes, all that, or maybe not. saute some fresh green kale in olive oil with fresh garlic
[ give it to me ] and i'll tell you that was very thoughtful, and right then;
it would also be
true.

for a minute there... you and i were typing you reading this part.
these are the diamonds.

my exposure to the radiation is everlasting in the middle of it's brief long duration
my ghost bones wear new flesh like iPod headphones, don't hate the player
[ better yet ]
make a macaroni necklace. go wild. be reckless.
it'll cost you an ounce of real kimchi
from the motherland
with the ****
sister.

i wouldn't put it pass you. cause that would be clairvoyance, and you already know!
a loose tooth entrenched in candy apple can't taste your stupidity but has bad dreams!

some people will always look at you the wrong way and appreciate
how you sat perfectly still for hours; you only took a break to suggest
a better room with southern exposure to eastern thought.

when you threw in a Tripod, they knew you were somekinda somethin'.
and they knew it all along
but juuust wasn't
sure.

and kumquats are quantumly eaten.
Maggie N  Jan 2017
Growing pains
Maggie N Jan 2017
Pushed out of the ball pit
too soon - into the sea.

Crashing around me
******* and long legs;
long stares, suddenly.

Kind words and
glances that pay attention,
make me feel
fairly self-conscious.

What I wear matters now,
but I'm not quite sure why.

Neighbours I have known
for years;
grown up on the same street as,
picked sweets from, out of bowls with
greedy, stubby fingers at halloween;
now flicker their eyes from my face to my chest,
as though to visually voice concern,
for the two rounded moulds formed
under my adolescent vest.

Friends of relatives, stop me to talk
for that little bit
extra
longer: a linger.

And then, all at once -
all of the boys who have touched me
all of the places I have been
time and time again:
the lights are on, off,
it makes no difference:
age, shape, face, eyes,
body-parts float
dismembered, detached
from the feeling,
like handshakes passed,
palm pressed firmly
against a strangers'

The kind gestures
that come with it
the mean ones too.
Cruel words, softly spoken,
Gently beaten, lightly choked
out of me:
will come alongside that vague
wanting of, yearning for
Safety.

But boys will be boys
and girls will be

Pushed out of the ball pit
too soon - into the sea.
Crashing
Ruzica Matic Jul 2017
pigeons still
wait for meals
by that bench
where Sun once grew
in tufts of gold

girls skipping classes
to window shop
their scarves wild
and their nails chipped

tough boys go out and smoke
and cough and dance
and act brave
and cut their hair
in the dark

and words of a new language
tumble down our tongues
head over heels
tasting strange
but falling into place
after all
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