#followyourheart
A little black puppy
At my tentative greeting
Wagged their tail surely.
Then, rushed into my arms passionately unreservedly
Giving me countless kisses all over me.
Your little body against my skin and clothes,
How warm
How soft
Like the spring sunshine,
Like tears of joy.
So that adults and children not far away screaming in fear at your nearness
Saddens me
As I turn away
I already miss you.
Your warm, slightly burning body.
Your softness.
Your gentle fur rubbing against my skin.
The dust in your hair was left on me
Clean water will bring it back to the world once again
And as you roll around on the ground with your friends again in your family's displeasure
It will come back onto you again
In my dreams tonight
You'll be a hundred times larger
Your hair will grow so long to burry me in it
In our adventures in the dark forest
You'll protect me surely
As sure as how you wagged your tail at me.
We'll meet again
All the puppies in the world
We'll meet again
That day,
I become you
You become me
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
In the corners of music and in spaces between punctuations of others' stories I search and imagine for the substance of your love, arriving for me.
The glory of its shadow, from the achievements of my imagination, lights up my gently, quivering heart.
The solidity of it filters through my porous mind, and surprises it there.
It's giant, yet lands without a sound, glimmering, gently, quietly.
Like the sound of a breeze passing though airy lashes of soft, gazing eyes.
I cannot forget this warmth. It holds every one of the pores of my body, and celebrates each with a gentle, feather-like mini firework.
I hold my dreams open
All the weight of its out-pouring past content feels less dense than your gaze in my direction,
With your whole permanent existence blessing and loving the whole of my permanent existence.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:51 AM UTC
The signals of the itch
Like occasional asteroid explosions in the distant universe—
shrill,
Abrupt,
Then slowly subsiding
My body feels like a giant telegraph tower
Surges of radio signals sent with electric wave sounds loud and quiet on and off all over me,
I watch
Quietly
A bit lost
Like a bewildered giant
As if my body doesn't belong to me
As if there is a confidential mysterious exchange between it and something that's totally oblivious to me
I watch
Like an innocent outsider
I listen
As the exchange continues on without abating
As I fall asleep
All the lights still flickering
All the sounds popping on
Bright and dim
Sharp and blunt
Abrupt or consistent low humming
A giant building of sparkling sensations
The black medium of the universe containing planetary detonations
On and off
Here and there
Now and then
I awaken,
In the morning
To a quiet body
I don't know what has happened over the night
I don't know about the progression of the exchange
Has it finished?
As I wonder,
The signals quietly reemerge,
The sounds rerise.
I get up and off my bed
Now I'm a walking telegraph building.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
⠀⠀⠀ we (us, earth
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ and.⠀⠀⠀your
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ grasses
) have
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this time frozen for just you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and me
⠀⠀ today
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀come to think of it, it’s
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ w o n d e r f u l
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ b
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ u
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ t
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀what will happen
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀when
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ w
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ e
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
retrace our steps (in
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ reverse, or sdrawkcab
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀) , a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ n
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ d
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀then find that
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ we’re firmly
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
rooted in tomorrow- oh i don’t want
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀only this romantic
lovely
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
now
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
I'll take my heart,
I'll wrap it well,
I will send it to a place no one will tell.
I'll hide from you,
I'll hide from me.
I'll send it through the floor,
I'll send it above the roof,
Did I leave my heart in London?
Did I leave my heart in Tokyo?
I think I left it by the queen,
Or I threw it in a dream.
No one knows how to bring it home.
---AuroraRW
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 1:26 AM UTC
It's ok to not be ok.
Yes, it's hard to follow your heart but...
Tears don't mean you are losing.
All you have to do is be true to who you are.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
It was your heart
Big and strong
It was your spirit
Open and welcoming
I was drawn by your aura yielding
Without fear I let go and let you take me away down a stream faithful
The further my heart floated down with you the sky became more enriched in dazzling starlight
Hand in hand we let ourselves get taken away by this delightful current
Surrendering to this sweet dance life gifted us with
Ourselves struck with hope in what we thought was only myth
Our spirits ribboned around each other like legs under cool sheets
Embracing one another as two reunited travelers separated for years
Drunk in love and paying no attention to fears
I saw finally where poets before me had been
Under this celestial sky of serenity is where I forever want to lay in
Hand in hand, tangled around each other under dazzling stars that envy our glow
Praying tomorrow's sun would show kindness to rise slow
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
I could’ve done the right thing
Many moons ago
If only I could’ve understood
How my heart, I could follow
I didn’t know myself enough
Yet denied it when you claimed to
I was afraid to let myself in
Always thought, maybe it’s too soon
I knew when something didn’t feel right
I could feel my skin shiver and my bones tremble
I could never tell what, precisely,
Whatever the truth was, often remained a jumbled mumble
I went so far away to find myself
Days and nights I cried in emptiness
That’s when I understood myself
Then it was clear that you and I are the oneness.
I’m grateful for the struggle
For without it, I wouldn’t have travelled so far
I’m regretful for the pain
For because of it, I have travelled away so far
I’ve accepted my slow growth as this is who I am
For because of it, I have travelled so close
I admit my greatest gain today – You,
For because of you, I have found myself.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
During the days I spend slaving away
For some measly tips and minimum pay,
I often listen to unheard music,
And hope for the soonest chance I can play
These songs I still practice repeatedly
And usually perform quite easily--
Their sequences of notes strung together
Weren't ever difficult to remember.
What I've always enjoyed doing the most
Is getting the right to happily boast
About crushing what they said I can't do--
Hopefully, I've shown them a trick or two!
This music still swirls inside of my head,
And I spend so much time in "rehearsal",
I make all the motions asleep in bed--
More time spent "playing" is always helpful!
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
Happiness and sadness so close together, Is it melancholia in the sky?
Can sadness make you happy
And laughing make you cry?
These confusing moments
makes you want to wonder
Is crazy normal or normal crazy?
Must we all be puppets of sociaty?
Or must we follow our hearts
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
My demons trying to escape.
I can feel him.
Pulling and tugging.
Trying to do,
Whatever he can
To just break.
Break apart from the emotions.
Break apart from the tears.
Break apart from the lies.
He's trying to lead me
But I won't follow.
Where's he going?
He'll break through soon
I can already tell.
Rip my chest open
And pore out into he world.
Will I follow,
Who will know
Once I stitch up the wounds, and he goes.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC