rebound

Love is like a rubber band.
Sometimes it will twist uncontrollably, until it snaps apart,
sometimes it will rewind and straighten out.
We are lucky if it straightens out.
It all depends on how knotted we found it,
or how hard we twisted it ourselves unintentionally.

insolent

The ego
is a hell of a drug,
cut the habit.

late

I do not know how one un-loves.
 My heart is a grave of hearts,
and I have yet seen the earth spit back out its dead.

aptitude

The beauty of life,
is that everything
is an interpretation.

Your thoughts.
Your perception.
Your reality.

divergent

He thought she was magnificent,
and there’s no doubt in saying she fascinated him,

but it was in a way where he would rather stare at her,
than any brightly lit night sky.

It was in a way where he would rather read her,
than any self provoking book.

She was someone who he would spend his life figuring out,
if it meant he got to be in her presence at all.

And he thought that would be the best part...
being there for her, even if he was struggling.

parasite

there is a radio frequency from Russia
that has been broadcasting a buzzer-like sound since 1982. 

no one knows where it comes from or what it means,
and periodically a voice reads orders, names, and numbers.
 
a ghost radio.
a ghost story.
 
when i speak, it comes out like a dial-tone. a drone.
when people talk about me, it all sounds like conspiracy theories.
"so beautiful", “so talented”, “lots of personality”.

i laugh at them.

probable

Flaws are something we all have as humans.
It’s like a sin almost.
People treat it like we don’t have them
when in reality, it's our biggest insecurity.

structure

There are tally marks on our wrists in matching formations.
They are the number of princes I have danced with...
They are the number of people you have hurt....
You tell me that you want to be cosmic,
So I draw stars on your eyelids.
I already think you are made of the universe.

puzzles

we bathe in freezing lakes
and watch our breath turn into clouds.
when we get tired of being ourselves,
we transfuse our blood with each others for a day or two,
try and put the pieces back together in the other person’s mind.

but i know that i am made of toxic chemicals...

and the more you piece me back together
the more you create poison for yourself,
the more you try to become me
the more you’ll become poison, too.

disease

I'm a special breed.
One of a kind.
I am a disease.
An addiction.
Once you taste me you're mine.
I'm your best nightmare, your worst dream
In your head I hide
Devouring you from the inside
Feeding off your memories
I'll break you
I'll hate you
And you'll love me back
You can't shake me
You've tried
You've begged
You've cried
You can't live without me,
it'd be suicide.

the moment

soft morning sun delivered a smokey haze
over the coffee colored sheets,
a blinding fog, but they didn’t need to see.
hands full of lust opened,
and passion sprinkled onto the bed
idolatry.
rhythmically.
emphatically.
thoroughly.
love danced into the skin of their entire bodies,
and they glimmered perfectly in the light
for one beautiful, fascinating moment...

momentum

Ah, but even in throws of heated lust,
careful my love, do not dare to overlook.
With every addiction,
lust and sex,
there are always unpleasant side effects.
Drawn in by my beautiful bold printed lies,
your soul is abducted by my fine printed lines...

sick with the spin

stuck in a revolving door.
cemented in life's fucking time warp.
standing still while the whole world rushes right past you.

no end.

like a carousel with no music.
you're sick with the spin.
flawed and tired of your life of sin.

It's always the lie that breaks shit apart,
leaves them remaining confused with no way out.
standing still while the whole world rushes right past you.

no end...

The reflection.

Learning to become the mirror


and not the reflection


in a glass encrusted world


is the greatest achievement

of a survivor. 

The cycle.

Maybe we’ll meet again one day,
when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic,
and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.
But right now you are chaos to my thoughts, and I am poison to your heart.

changes.

reach into my heart.
there’s a letter there, waiting for you,
with all of my fears and hopes and dreams written on it.
it’s fragile and hard to get to
and sometimes i lie awake trying to change the words of it,
but please, find that part of me. the part nobody else gets to see.

Echoes

I heard it on the radio,

they found echoes of the Big Bang

racing throughout the Universe,

and I wonder if they mistook

that sound for my heartbeat

moments after you gave me life again.

existence

You once asked me the name
of my favorite poet
and I replied "God".
You laughed and played along
and asked me which one of his
works was my favorite.
I said it was the one where
he wrote you into my existence...

The box.

I have absolutely

no desire to fit in.

The ability to subtract

yourself from the crowd,

is hindered by our need

to be an addition...

Be different.

Live outside the box.

Past tense.

I wonder what places I have already visited for the last time...

The effect.

Your third grade science teacher taught you that thunder comes after lightning
because sound travels slower than light.
 What she meant was, nothing makes sense while it is happening,
yet everything happens at once.

The monster

I fell into a void, and was saved by kind monsters
who taught me how to express myself in the most awkwardly manner.

If I don't seem like myself to you anymore, it's because you never knew me...

Absorption

Have you ever stood in a crowded room and absorbed the essence of every single person in that room? Their hopes.. fears.. pain.. dreams? Even their memories.

Some are in love, some are filled with lust, and others never cease reflecting on the moment they must return home to that empty apartment to lay upon a mattress soaked with blood and tears.

Do you ever feel people the way I do? 

Doesn’t it just make you want to bleed internally?

Doesn’t it makes you feel utterly useless?

The mind.

What a thing it is
 to fall in love


first 
with someone’s mind,

and to let them, in turn,


explore
 your own.

I am firmly convinced

that the most 
vulnerable


part of ourselves,

is not
 our unclothed bodies,


but rather, most definitely

our 
thought....

prospect

your touch feels foreign

like a strange custom

from another country,

another handshake,

another way to say hello,

it is new,

it is not the way

I have ever been greeted,

it is a language

I am learning

to speak.

2/2

I am either aggressively passionate or completely detached. I have no notion of loving people by halves. It's not my nature...

Hustler

I give a fuck.

I give lots of fucks, actually.

I'm a prostitute of feelings. 

Accountability.

I am one who can only hold you accountable for your actions,
no matter how good your intentions may be.

Interference

If it's still on your mind,

It's still in your heart. 

the journey

I walk through doors with no hesitation. 
The fear on the other side, does not exist. 
I'm the type to fight gods to earn my placement.

Silence.

The world is often too loud for anyone's mind to function properly without disturbance. Quiet that.

Dimensional

Someone once told me that human beings have three dimensions: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you want others to see you. The closer the distance between the three dimensions, the more at peace you are and the more stable you become.

Dreamer

It was a huge disappointment as a child
to fall in love with the stars
and then find out how much math it requires
to get anywhere near them.

meritable

Because I’ve never wanted to drown baby,


but being lost in your sea,
doesn’t sound like a bad way to go...