what drives me crazy
is how people interact.

we all listen to reply,
not to understand.

we listen to share our
experiences instead of
just being there for that person.

next time you interact
with someone,
try to really listen.

i want to live a little longer


                                                i want to meet more of my people that i ghosted


but sometimes we cant recoup that into something new


                                         really?! i thought we've lost hope in all of humanity..


we did, and that's why this world is now more suicidal.
if only we could accomplish more in this time,
but we yet again failed


                                                               we fought for equality 2 years ago
                                           and yet we still abuse the action of freedom..


police abuse their guns against black people


                                       why would it do them right or anyone for that matter?


because this world has an ugly habit of repeating itself.
just because you don't like the color of their skin,
****** orientation,religion,race,or any planet! for god knows..
its not right to take a life or beat it for that dislike..


                                                       some people disgust me with their sins
                                                like, we were born to love and not hate or ****
                                                             can this just end?

it cant..i'm sorry
society can be strenuous.

"its as if the taste never leaves my open mouth"
"that kiss only coming about because leaping into your body was easier than crawling"
"and the need to breathe was so strong"
"with the mint smoke that rose into the sky surrounding and smothering"
"lips/neck/teeth/tongue"
"everything the eyes could swallow without fear of choking"
"because feeling complete was more important that simply living in distant agony."
            
                
                                            ---------- "Excuses"---------

For the low low price of just being within' earshot,
the conversation analyst will run a full diagnostic on your conversation.

You know how that perfect comeback
feels, three weeks after
You didn't say it?

In training, representatives for Inbound sales listen to recordings of their own phone calls and critique them like Art majors in a studio class.

Our conversation analyst.
Looks at you like a shoe on the wall.

Unlike the psychology major,  the conversation analyst will never share his results.

He'll just judge you.
Silently.

He doesn't speak.
His fourth grade english teacher taught him that the carpenters house is never finished.
She was referring to her husband, the carpenter, not finishing the renovations on their new home, but the conversation analyst heard it as a metaphor, and adopted it as a universal truth.

Much like a painting controls the path your eye travels the canvas, or the scientific process that goes into composing music,
the way you build rapport is one of those things that people don't realize can be an art form until they wittness it professionally.

Our conversation analyst considers himself  Socio-passionate.

Which amuses him, when he deducts points from your conversation for not empathizing correctly.
Or not giving effective compliments by asking a relevant question afterwards.

The conversation analyst is not always mute. On special occasions such as first impressions he is a fine conversationalist.

You can meet the conversation analyst for the first time, as many times as you want.

If the carpenters house is never finished.
The conversation analyst
exemplar at listening,
Will never hear you.

You said no one every pays you attention but I'm listening,
I'm listening,
Your eyes look like diamonds when the tears are glistening,
When they are glistening,
All we ever do on this world is sin,
All we ever do is sin,
You won't ever win,
We won't ever win,
My mother has enough pills to look like an addict but that's just medicine,
That's just medicine,
She said she will only fall in love with an angel,
I told her my horns are covering my halo,
Together we could be invincible,
She said together we would just be invisible.

As we talk the tip of his tongue touches the roof of his mouth.
He keeps his eyes from going south.
I respect this for many guys my age can't control
where their eyes patrol.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” -He asks

“No. I do not”- I say

“Why not?” -He asks again.

(Because falling in love at first sight is like falling in love with an appearance. The hair, the eyes, the body may all be perfect. But what about who’s on the inside. Such things are not gonna matter for the rest of our lives. Will you not love them when you see the flaws? Will you not love them when they are a mess?  Will you not love them when they aren’t as perfect anymore? As if their looks could show me who they really are. I don’t need such superficial love.) - I think

“I don't know.”- I say.

i’d rather stay awake with you
until 4 am and talk about
what you eat for breakfast every morning
your favorite season of the year
how old you were when you lost your first tooth
eventually our eyes wouldn’t be able to stay open
any longer and we’d fall asleep
mid-conversation in eachother’s arms
with the lamp still on in the corner of my room
and my window cracked open just enough to
hear the breeze shake the tree in the front yard

because an emotional connection is so much stronger
than a physical one
i don’t want to be your one-night stand
i want to be a piece of your heart
the reason you get up in the morning
that song that’s always stuck in your head
i want to be the sun in your sky
you sure are in mine