#encounters
Sparkling brown eyes watching me like no one before. The sun kissing his dark, soft curls. A child of love and warmth staring into my soul.
For a brief moment I let go, as much as I dared. Let myself live in the healing moments, hoping for more.
Just enjoying what was never mine…
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 2:41 PM UTC
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
If only another time another place
We could escape this life and run away
If only another time
Across the ocean so far away
A chance encounter brought you my way
But roots have planted those family trees
Another time.. What could have been?
If only another time another place
We could escape this life and run away
If only another time
Words shared between us so easily
To get us through those lonely nights with fantasy
In playful moments a distant kiss
Time shows no mercy hit or miss
If only another time another place
We could escape this life and run away
If only another time
Time changes, life passes
For all we see
Shadows of our memories
If only another time another place
We could escape this life and run away
If only another time
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
~
*A scribbled note passed
from one insider to the next.
The day she runs out of people
she'll conference with birds,
fall asleep a child
and wake up a woman,
broadcasting from home
on the night in question.
A hundred years from today,
she'll hold on to dead flowers
from the fairground encounter.
She will avoid the bridge,
circle instead around
the walls of Jericho.
She'll write upon the wall
like it was her heart.*
~
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 1:34 PM UTC
A novel is writ
from the brush of a knee.
Stranger in the window seat.
What's wrong with me?
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 11:09 AM UTC
maybe I saw her
at the laundromat
and just missed her,
I was looking for a change,
while she walked
away.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
She who dives
down the thorny road
in search for apothecary
to cure the woes
She who didn't
know what she would
find. Is apparently
lost
Then one day
a Galahad would
come bump her toes
Irrevocable.
Inevitable, at least.
This blasts a loud boom of happenstance
Helpless ****** in the face of
the egoist
Both come to terms
and apparently
It has to be
It simply has to
be
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
We started on the bed,
With hushed tones.
Hesitant on how to tread.
Still, an urge within our bones.
At first it was soft gazes,
Even softer gasps.
Like a fire that blazes,
Embraced in a heated clasp.
The heat of soft lips,
Pressing down, leaving trails
Along soft ******* and hips.
I took in all the details.
Then night after night,
I would see the marks,
The bruises, the bites
Within dips and arcs.
It couldn't stop there,
I never wanted it to.
Though I doubted to care,
For the things you could do.
Now I lay sated,
Awaiting the next encounter.
The next fire to be created
With flames that devour.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Her smile was the rare alphabet that composed the words.
Words that made sentences
Sentences that begot paragraphs
Paragraphs that turned into pages
Pages that turned into chapters
Chapters that turned into books
Books that told my story.
My story that unleashed her into my heart and unveiled my century long love mines
My reaction to her smile was the punctuation that changed the meaning of every letter,word, sentence,paragraph, page, chapter, book and ultimately my story.
That was far from over ,she changed my world.
It was not just a smile but the mark of the finest exploration expedition ever known to my circles.
Her smile was the build behind the words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, chapters, the book and ultimately the story that sent me flying.
Far from over,it was not just a flight but a first class flight of passion, affection, belonging, attachment and confidence that saw me smile with a smile that moved the mountains and shook the valleys of my understanding.
She was the element 115 that changed the alchemy, geography, radiology physics .she changed my approach to the theory of everything.
The beautiful soul behind the rare smile that changed everything lays hidden behind the alphabetic curtain of five letters
Behold AMIGO
Not just a word but a monument
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
you or you
dear or beloved
do you know?
the moon rustled softly
sneaking into the black mist.
its thick night
I am not alone, there is lonely accompanying
I told...
Regarding pain but no pain.
hope that never disappears.
it's about endless encounters.
I want to tell him.
I'm happy if he listens to my stories.
I tried to wait
let the time take you, baby
here i hug you
with the magic spell that I have
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
I'm not one to dwell and I'm not one to build while I'm still trying to repair
I'm not here to try anything funny
Just simple
If that's hard to understand well sorry
Small talks are no longer an interest
I rather get to know you then weasel my way around
have an actual conversation an exchange of noise isn't much to go off of
tell me something
let me see the real you
because I'd like more than just a lovely view.
Call me odd if you will
one thing is for certain
My words can paint a lovely picture
a self portrait
one which people might say my looks could
****
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Feeling foolish if you ask me
didn't take a chance instead listened to my heart beat...... skip
because I rather not take a chance
Call me a mute when it comes to speaking romance
Across the room let me take a step and ask for your number
better yet a date
time, set, and a place?
Not much to offer but kind words and a heart to grow
If it's riches that you seek it's a good thing I hold my tongue while the ship sinks
but if not then we are getting off to a good start
Long walks and long talks
because apparently no body wants to get to know you anymore
Rather put it all out there in 1 sentence if you ask me it's not always about patience
because life's to ******* boring somtimes not to take a chance .
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
And after all this time,
I still have strange encounters with myself.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
I guess I'm a sore winner
I lose everything but win the lessons I take with me after every sad, sad encounter
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
When would be a right time
to show your true colours?
I get amazed by those,
whose hearts are so far deep inside their souls,
and it’s so hard to know their true identity.
Does it really worth, masking ourselves?
Would it hurt being true in every situation?
Because, those who need you will stick around with all your perfections and imperfections, anyway.
Or are we forgotten ourselves and confusing reality with virtuosity?
Unless I’m just be delusional,
I think broken or not,
honest is always the best policy
in life!!!
@jobiranyc (12/4/2017)
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC