... as it should be
There is no way for me to forget this night.
Christmas Eve.
Snow is falling to whiten the night and in the living room, the lights twinkle on the tree we designed just for us.
But the right now, this very moment, we are entwined against one another. Your taste is like the sweetest of wines. You imbue me. Tonight, there will be no subtle or casual remarks. Tonight we join as one, bringing our own gift to life.
You are and always have been my greatest passion—never-ending. You bring out our very best as we sigh; as we moan. Then you finish with an unfettered small cry of primal joy.
You
Your words suffocate me.
But your pull is so gravitating.
Your smile is radiant.
But your brown eyes so intoxicating.
Being in your presence brings me warmth.
When I have a moment of weakness, you bring me strength.
But all these things, they seem so pointless in the end.
You make me feel this way, but I don't make you feel the same.
With you, I see happiness, but when I look into your eyes, I can still sense pain.
Maybe because you're not ready for me.
You're still hurt by somebody from your past.
What is meant to be will be.
So I will take these feelings with a grain of salt, because some good things aren't meant to last.
Awaking Water
Condition meaning
in coming to
Time a ruling finger away
Smelling fault
eyes of doom
Memento mori masks
impromptu
Reflected songs
worry and trepidation ring
Humming eternal tune
the last of you remembers
Conditioned freeedom
responsibility resumes
Godhead items of being
Lost in questions
unpresumed
Rolling tides away
from running
All back to oneself
Sleeping to that tune
sang itself to you
Now awaking
cursed
Joy is you.
Nothing
I think of how weary my sprawled out limbs are. I think about how tired my eyelids, weighted down by air, are. But then I think, of how tired the sun is. How tired the moon and stars are. Never once getting a rest. When it becomes dusk here, it becomes dawn there. But they are crucial to me. To you. So naturally, they keep chugging on. My tiredness is nothing at all. A spec in ten trillion specs. I am not that tired, am I?
I Sat in a Tree
I sat in a tree
thinking about the earth.
It keeps moving
with every death and birth.
I sat in the tree
thinking about girls,
and how they compare
to deep sea pearls.
I sat in the tree
thinking about boys.
About their obsessions
with trinkets and toys.
I sat in the tree
thinking about school,
and how I was failing math,
and how I'm a fool.
I thought about many things
in that tree.
Next time you sit in a tree,
will you think about me?
