Airport metaphor

Running, sitting, waiting at the gate

Coming or going?

Isn't it funny,

How the smallest things on earth

Can be the strongest...

No matter how hard

The wind blows against bamboo,

It bends, but not breaks

bees fly aimlessly,

never smelling the flowers.

Except for lilies…

Thinking of your face...

Freckles and that stupid smile,

RETURN MY TEXT,  *****!!!

If I grew up now,

I would fur sure die alone.

Where is the romance?


They use their bodies

Their private parts, not their hearts

Satisfied, empty.


Unlike your snapchat

With love, no filter needed

Natural, beauty.


Does *** equal love?

Perhaps love was redefined.

Good luck little ones.

Dear girl I’m too shy to talk to,

 I know, I know nothing about you...
And we have nothing in common
But this moment,
and this moment is fleeting,
and my heart is beating out of my chest.

And I don't mean to be creepy...
but I wish seconds could last longer
because when you walked into the room,
I swear time slowed, and perhaps even froze.
But in that moment,
the room was filled with your presence
that radiated from you essence while I melted into the pool of nervousness
into the cracks of my subconscious.

See, I wish we were 5,
At least that way I could tell you I liked you
by hitting you,
I could tell you how much, by how hard,
without saying a single word or emotion.

I wish I could just say what's on my mind...
But you are so stunning,
and I'm trying to be cunning,
But instead I stand here like a mute, Speechless. Once I heard that 98% of human communication is nonverbal so,
I were a bear, I could show you I care,
With my little boy stare.
I stand before you, a mouse.

I hope you didn't catch me staring  But its just a bad habit...
Like a smoker longing for one last kiss  from a burnt cigarette,
I just can't help it.

See, they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul,
then in that sense,
I'd be like lil Romeo,
On my knees throwing you soft glances,
that flutter like you eyelashes in the wind,
trying to catch your glances with butterfly nets as they flutter around the room.
Like the ones that fly around in my belly,
you make me so bashful.

Even in my head, I’m tripping over my words like a one legged hurdler,
and I honestly don't know what I’d say...

My eyes haven’t even crossed yours,
and yet I’m trying to find the right words to open with.  
But, it's like attempting build words out of Scrabble tiles without consonances.
So my brain is left with  "I-E-O-A-U?"

I’m sorry for being such a dork, But you make me feel small, lost, and even confused.  
You make my knees knock while I seek safety from behind the legs of my confidence...

And as the clock strikes 12 on this fairy tail tragedy,
If I were going to say something, say anything...

I’m not quite sure what it would be,
But it would start with something like,  
"Hi,  my name is Ryan,
and I think you’re beautiful"

Funhouse reflections,

Not all mirrors are honest.

Choose what you will see

spinning dizzy man,

Trying to stay in control

Failing miserably

Rain on the window,

Droplets flirt as they foxtrot,

Finding their partner.

I am very drunk

All the drinks in my belly

Lightweights for the win

Why do we want more?

Leaving naked as our soul

I wish you enough

Lying awake, still.

Pretending you are closer,

Wishing you were here.

It's hard to soar

When you learned how to fly from

The stones on the ground

If I must play games,
It will never involve hearts.
Unless it is "hearts"

graveyards are peaceful.

zombies are never happy,

ghosts cannot be held

How can, if neva

If no go, neva know how  

No sked, go rush um

‪Happy birthday, babe ‬
‪I'm so happy you were born. ‬
‪I love you so much‬

‪Four little letters.‬
‪Place, person, or memories,‬
‪Who, what, where is "home"?‬

When the world looks dark,

Sometimes all you have to do

Is open your eyes.

he says, "i love you"

goodbyes are not my forte...

"i love you too, dude"

Homeless with a house.

Migrations are not stagnant,

together, we move

In constant motion.

The world yells, "YOU MUST PRODUCE",

My souls smirks, "look up"

Dear car behind me,
I want medium well fries.
Let's sit together

Black, gracefully white.

Old joints, playfully youthful.

You're still my good girl.

"Follow the leader"

Peter Pan to the lost boys

Wendy stood, unmoved

What's behind your eyes?

We sit for twenty minutes.

What more can I do?

Stop. Take a moment.
Close your eyes and just breathe, here.
Exhale, be present.

In my last moments

I wonder what I will say,

"All set!" or "not yet..."

Freedom isn’t free

Thank you, we will remember

Silent, we salute

Dear black ranger rover,

The painted lines mean something,

You park like an ***…

Sunrise or sunset

Distance makes things look smaller

Perspective is key

The harder I try

To forget about my past,

It remains present.

With an open palm
The boy reaches down to grab
His own **** bootstraps

"How do you cook rice?"
My Chinese girlfriend asks me
Uh, what? we're Asian...

"He was my whole heart..."

Her tears caressing her face.

"I am so empty..."



"He was everything",

"Now he's gone, what do I do?"

She sits quiet now.



Fading in her haze

She drifts darker down her hole,

dodging her feelings.



Finally it comes,

stale words limping from her lips,

"...Because I loved him..."*



Unrequited love.

I  sit with you in silence.

Mending broken wings.



I think to myself.

Only one question remains,

...But did he love you?

The people watcher.

Only deemed creepy if caught.

Eye contact? Never.

stripper tears are real
selling her priceless secrets
mental, physically

Caring for his crops

The farmer waters his fields,

They refuse to grow.

Tell me your story,

Traverse your fact and fiction,

Please, I will listen.


Cover to cover,

I don’t want anything more,

who are you, really.


I want to hear it,

I won’t say a word, honest.

be you, who you are.

What are you hiding?

Behind your haphazard smile,

Sadness, anger, hurt?


Midnight haze sets in,

Floating past all of your feels.

Breath in, stuck on ex.


Do you know your worth?

Not your weight in lust, but love

In all ways, always.

Isn't it funny
There's a me and I in time
Yet it can't be owned

Waves torment the sand,

pulling back, always running

empty shore, naked

door slightly ajar,

footprints linger in the dust

doormat whispers, “wait”

She growls and thrashes

Concerned eyes follow her sounds.

I hope she's happy...

How many keiki
Has the valley heard laughing?
She weeps as they grow.

Paying it forward
Heroes don't always wear capes
Thank you, uncle John

Where did you come from...?

I love you more than I planned.

I would swipe right, again.

If I was super,

I would want x-ray vision

To peer past your doubts.