My soul itches for poetry,
Fingers long for the tap of keyboard or scratch of a pen.
My mouth curves around syllables,
Missing the way they slam against a microphone
As I make myself heard amongst a crowd of those
Who know what it means to be beholden to this master,
To write lines of a poem the way some breathe the air,
To be so made up of adjectives and metaphors
That I no longer know where I begin and the poetry ends.
I am simply molecules and letters masquerading as a human,
Trying to become whole again on paper.

i am just a vessel,
a rotting human body.
who's always longed to be cradled,
but I have nobody.

i am just a vessel,
a display of pure loneliness.
who's desire is all to be nestled,
despite all the emptiness.

i am just a vessel,
nothing more than that.
has always been the lesser,
waiting for the time I'll rot.

Do not take people seriously.
Not when things are good
But even more so when
Things are bad;
Because people are uncertainties
And, so are you.

Do not take people seriously.
Not when things are bad
But even more so when
Things are good;
Because your life will be deceived
And, so will be you.

-I mean, it feels good to daydream,
and have that in a quiet room,
with the rain falling over next to you,
feeling the droplets on your warm skin ..

- There's something about water
that really makes us feel more alive
at its touch.. and the sound and smell
of rain bring us deeper into that
perfect state of daydreaming..

-Because it reminds us of a forgotten ancient time.
When we were single-celled organisms,
swimming in the water,
living and breathing it.
Although, humans don't have a direct memory of it,
the collective consciousness have a distinct, indirect
memory of that experience.
More like muscle memory, I suppose..
This especially is what is providing us with quite a good, peaceful feeling of being in close touch with Nature and Water.
It reminds us of home..

-That's beautiful.

What is it that makes me miss
The lighter fluid on your lips. Toothaches from a temptress,
And her candy kiss. Arm’s elastics wrap me up. So foreign,
Is this human touch. Like a siren she swims and sings,
To lure me close enough to clutch. An ephemeral embrace,
That chews me out and spits me up.
Love eats hearts for lunch.