#perspectives
He said 'you are strong'
She said 'I'm unemotional'.
He said 'you worry a lot about things'
She said 'blunders are scary'.
He said 'take it easy'
She said 'difficulty is the key '.
He said 'I'm not like others'
She said 'you proved it'.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 2:02 PM UTC
They speak of absence & inaction -
Yet, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩,
¹ Such things do not exist.
Like imbalance,
These are merely perspectives.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
It's ******* disturbing.
I wake up tired,
My body aching.
I just stop sleeping.
News, coffee.
Planet encyclopedia,
Thesaurus cigarettes
And dictionary breakfasts.
Slices of rhetoric
With some kind of spread of intellect -
For lunch?
Dissertative sandwiches.
Grains of perspectives
In something over-marinated.
I just stop eating.
It matters not.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 5:45 PM UTC
No matter how you view it-
It's all lookings, each perspective.
You grow & you grow & you grow,
But you refuse to germinate.
Don't you know?
You must release your seedlings
If you hope for a root
To be planted.
Can't have too fragile of a barrier,
But neither too hard the shell.
Spread your wings
And do your thing,
Flaunt your laurels.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC
My boyfriend Peter’s like smoke, he’s elusive. He doesn’t always carry his phone.
There’s a crosswalk in Tokyo, it’s in all the movies. The light changes and hundreds of people walking in different directions meet - but they don’t collide - they make room for each other, flowing around each other like water.
Peter and I make room for each other. Then we come together and we make something. We’re of such different textures - we come from stark counterpoints but somehow, we mesh.
He’s the first person I go to with an idea because I trust him and I think he understands me. He’s my secret weapon. His advice is a coin I’m careful with.
He’s gone through the long slog and achieved a dream. And he did it poor. He fought a guerilla war with almost no resources. He lived in crowded spaces, existed on Ramen noodles and saltine crackers, taking any job to cover.
He’s practical, goal oriented and he can be unsympathetic. He’ll whisper, “Nutup up, tinkerbell - you’re such a baby,” but there's a supportive energy to it - and he’s usually right. He heralds a reality I’m not always used to.
Anyway, he was smoky tonight. I couldn’t reach him. Sometimes we go over a week without talking (I'm not always reachable either) and when we do, it feels intimate and victory-like.
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Song for this:
Come in from the cold by Marc Broussard
One Two Three by Hooverphonic
Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 10:42 PM UTC
Art is one portal of a canvas
that grants man a chance to glimpse
through its window into another
reality, possibility, absurdity
forged by the creativity
of another human mind,
anothers blazing passion
or twisted interpretation of the world.
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
Flipping through nothing
But empty pages
Made me realise,
You see much further
With an open heart
And iridescent eyes.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
Don't know how big our life is,
Don't know how far our feelings stays,
So,
Let me dip you in my love,
Let me show you my deepest secret,
Let me know the reasons behind all your moods,
Let me know you sometime,
Let me just enjoy the long rides with you,
Let me understand you,
Let me change your perspective, of that drawing you made in your heart,
Until we fall apart,
Just let me love you....
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 8:44 AM UTC
In a wordy battle with trivial dogmatic mentalities , I win by sandwiching my perspectives between my upper lip tubercle and lower lip tubercle.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
Caught her off guard in the car
I snapped a picture
She didnt notice
I laughed
Off into space she stared
Somewhere lost in her head
I think her mind is gone
She's in the zone
Her imagination is so fascinating
I couldn't even begin to fathom
What she might be thinking
She's friends with all her demons
Must be some dark angel
I'm watching her blank faced
No emotion
No expression
No vibe
Where's her energy at
I wonder if she knows I'm looking at her
So calm so content
With just complete silence
It doesn't even sound quiet
Shes off on another planet
When she gets back
I'll forget it ever happened
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
*“your arrhythmic rhymes, skinflint perspectives,
this is what I ask, what I need, what you can give,
what is in your possess, what you need to unburden,
making me better for making you lessened” *
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she offers me this,
a way out to more,
a way in to lessen,
knock on heavens door,
a suggest tendered,
treaty of mutual arms-ments-to-be?
perhaps is my answer,
utter the skinflints perspective,
maybe it is no treat, this treaty,
but a rad road well traveled to
mutually assured destruction,
the intended embrace
of unintended consequences
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Think of windows here,
As a part of you.. halves
And quarters division;
albeit in unequal measures.
Think of them .. as a
gateway to your soul.
The Spectacle seen
Peeping through, may
be your revelation clear.
Think of clouds at the top,
A head full of dreams.
Plethora no mortal could,
One lifetime, found wanting
A singular life is so unfair.
Think of green fields, lush
An ever fleeting illusion_
A maritime expedition !
Gentle discord of youthful years.
Think of the collosal trees,
And how they have grown.
Over the years.. into you.
Unfathomable phenomenon.
Dizzying, if you try surmise.
Think of the divisions,
Conflicted contradictions.
They are necessary rebellions.
Barely mindful of all they divide.
Think of the picture whole,
A graceful dishelvmemt,
Puzzle pieces nonplussed.
Chaos in divisions unified.
Pause, now for a moment
And think_ the glass that
gives it all, perspective.
Refracted wisdom oodling
to guide you the way !
Reflections making you
mindful; so you may not
forget.
Head full of clouds,
Feet glued to the ground.
Couldn't your reckoning
be any clear ?
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
An infinite sky exits within my teacup.
Rose, mint world..
in a porcelin bowl.
Blue backdrops the newly budding tree,
its green sprouts compliment the sun with
their shine.
I do not wish to drink this world away.
My tongue is dry.
My lips wrinkled from the thirst.
I kiss the bowl one time.
And swallow this world.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
Darkness
a breeze so cold
Blue infects the sky
trees shudder at the sight
Yellow bleeds in
the bullet that killed the night
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 2:20 AM UTC
There's rules to perspectives
How they’re viewed through the mind
If its healing that you want
The only change will come with time
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
i bleed for you,
to express you.
i hurt and scratch paper skins,
for you to express you.
i have a short life for you,
to express you.
but i do not last long,
to express you.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
The sky is austere
No glinting embroidery
Guess she became all jaded
Wearing that pearl-beaded shawl
A sight he took for granted.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Does the line of comfortability change due to culture? Can you handle less because maybe you did not handle more? Are you over sensitizing because I overheard? Telling me to watch the words I learned at a young age because Susies mom taught her kids those terms?
Do you only laugh at the people you enjoy? Respect the same of your own? Can you respect me even if you don't agree, I don't want to come at you, I don't think Im right but I don't think Im wrong. Agree to disagree simple to say it .
You tell me.... "I AM" part of the queer community as if I don't love a good ***** in the face.
You tell me WHO you are and assume who I am not.
I don't want to take away your voice, I don't disagree, I just wanna say mine too and how I feel....
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
I once wondered why the clouds
Chose to hold out and not weep
Chose to be a martyr and enshroud
The earth till the little buds leap
As I ponder, the cold wind blows
and like a reminder, I remembered
I must get my umbrella and trench coat
Before I hopped onto that riverboat
And like an idiot, I realize
Why the clouds chose to keep his cries.
Again, I looked out the window
and asked the thoughtful clouds to promise me
That when his burdens reached its crescendo
I'll be fine and he must not hesitate to let go.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
I'm that waitress
Every guy wants to be served by
Wants to talk to
Wants to bring out on a date
I'm that waitress
Guys would want to hit on
Want to bring back home
Want to take advantage of
Sadly that's all I'll ever be
A waitress they want to get laid by
Maybe someday
One day
There will be a guy
That will say
She's that waitress
I would want to marry
And have my future with
Maybe one day
I'd be a waitress
That people would view with good intentions
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
I know not enough words to weave you a beautiful story. The extraordinary sceneries, the overflowing emotions; I can describe neither. And you'd put me in a great deal of trouble and frustration if you ever ask me to describe life, for any words I speak will never equal to this – this undescribable journey. I long to tell you all the little things I notice everyday, how beautiful the scene outside my two by three window today. You, who constantly complain about the daily stresses you experience; I want you to notice the things I see. Why are you so blind to the lilies outside your window, brushing against it in an attempt to say hello? What about the sound of rain, have you never stopped to listen? You told everyone that you hated life, but don't you understand that life loves you, despite every insult you've ever thrown at her? If you ever ask me about life, I'll tell you so many more things. I'll be life's spokesperson, since you seem to be deaf to her cries. Perhaps you'll understand if I try to say these things out loud. But alas, I've never got a chance to do so, because you've never asked about life. But I suppose that one should ask my name first before one could ask about things like life.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC