Extravagant

What a shame that in our greedy pursuits of the unimportant things, humans have lost their sense of wonder. Come, sit down and people watch with me. We can analyze the passerbys who unironically stress about inconsequential details, completely missing the beauty in life.

1993

I laid myself on the couch, cozy in the apartment that smelled like San Francisco air. Between star-brushed skies and city lights, all was quaint and beautiful, as I drank cheap packaged champagne and listened to the cars drive by below. I exhaled, finding solace in solitude.

Elite

What a thing it is to possess the curiosity of a forever teenage soul who falls in love with road trips, heartbreak songs, and the mystery of never growing up.

Hiraeth

There is something so intoxicating about a man who stands over you so calm, cool, and collected, as he unravels you.

Wrapping his hand your throat, he pulls you close and tells you how beautiful you are, as you are screaming through ecstasy. 

Unanchored

This tale could’ve begun a thousand moons ago, and he wouldn't know how to give it a beginning.

A tale that takes him back to long ago...

She was right there, standing on the rocks on a mountain— he was speechless as her hair blew in the breeze. He felt unanchored, as if something had consumed his every thought. Something that he knew in that very moment, started possessing him from inside his soul, enlivening every inch of his routine mind.

He wondered how someone could completely change his entire way of looking at the world. Why his eyes- that passed over a thousand people in his lifetime- halted, and stopped at her?

You could say this tale began with one soul, changing the dimension of thought, changing how he viewed the world, and how he felt love.

After that moment, he felt nothing but her.

Chameleon

She looks nothing like the chaos
she hides inside her tight dress.
She looks like a January midnight
and feels like the slow intoxication
of Tequila.

The stars come out at night
just to hear her whisper secrets.
A single moment trapped in
the moon beam of her gaze
could make a man drop
to his knees in desperation
or defeat.

adjustment

you painted me on a canvas
and hung it in the sky.
you tried to change my colors
but the paint had already dried.
you wanted me to be what i’m not– someone completely new.
but if i ever change myself,
it will be for me – not you.

Era

Historic buildings,
walks through foggy fields,
the smell of old books,
slow dancing in the dark
to your favorite song,
a hand moving hair behind my ear,
poetry, mystery, adventures,
warm wind on cold nights,
you and me,
spiced cider. 

apollyon

He loved me like a demon, rapacious, and ravenous. He was my favorite flavor of sin. Dark, demented, and deep. I could feel his darkness as it pulsed through my veins with one touch. A ring solidified with the hymns of demonic prayers.

Arrival

He whispered, “I will bring back the romance in your heart with the lust in my eyes and the strong grip of my hand wrapped around your throat, and you will be begging to love me more...”

Proprietary

He didn’t just romance her mind or claim her body, he took complete ownership of her mind, body and soul.

She craved his touch in places that cried out deep, dark secrets that she had never before explored.

As his hands peeled away her layers of clothes, his advances stripped her of her ability to withstand him. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as his fingers crossed her skin with deliberate intent, writing his savage poetry upon her body as his territory...

Halcyon

Careful now, I have a tendency to break for people who’s souls glow in a certain way. And I saw it the day our eyes met for the first time. You’re one of those glows. 

Complimentary

How difficult it is to find another human who feels everything as intensely as you do, not everybody understands that.

Warmth

“I want to know you.”
— I am the candles arranged in the center of a dark room, inviting people to walk by me with an inkling of fear of getting burned.

Reverent

She wears wings of fire,
so either you learn how to fly with her,
or go down in flames without her.

Theme

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “But your looks don’t stand a chance to how breathtaking your soul is.”

Rush

When he gently bites your neck, kisses your lips, and whispers into your mouth, “You are mine and I want you.”

Institutionalization

SCHOOL.

A public institution where you wait 7 hours for that bell to ring so you can go the fuck home.

It’s prison for the innocent.

It’s fresh-faced 5-year-olds being abandoned by their parents. It’s kids having panic attacks in the bathroom after practicing lock-down drills to protect themselves against school shooters.

It’s teachers ignoring the bullies, over and over— and teachers BEING the bullies. It’s popping pills at 12 years old and getting fucked up because grades are more important than mental health.

It’s waking up every weekday morning wishing you never did. It’s headaches and ADHD from stress, and tired eyes from lack of rest. And it’s the sigh of relief when the bell rings...until it all starts again the next day.

It’s being taught how to multiply x and y and divide a and b, but not being taught how to do our taxes. It’s being taught about all of Henry VIII’s wives but not being told about the environmental destruction threatening our lives ans how to change it. It’s being educated about safe sex— but not about consent. It’s how far can we push the sexist dress codes.

It’s being force-fed information no longer relevant to the world we live in and being treated like a child— but expected to act like adults when it’s convenient.  It’s the older generation saying ‘kids nowadays’ are lazy, rebellious, and unambitious, when what they really are....is DESPERATE.

Desperate to survive, to learn about real here and now world problems, desperate to escape.

Divergence

I give out only parts and variations of my true self. If you gather up enough of my acquaintances, you might eventually be able to piece it together.

Until then, my identity exists only in fragments.

For every question you aim at me, I’ll launch back two. A conversation will leave you yearning for more, and having learned absolutely nothing. I cloak myself in vague answers. They hang loosely around my figure, never giving away its shape. 

If anyone ever dares to declare that they truly know me, it will be the last thing they ever say. 

Intimacy is vulnerability and it is the deadliest sin. I am not mysterious. I am a fugitive of truth.

Aftertime

Maybe one day, you’ll meet a girl who will talk about the world as if she’s lived a thousand lives, although she has barely even left her own State. She will see things in such a different perspective that you’ll question everything you know. She will describe things in words you’ve never heard, but they sound so beautiful coming out of her mouth that you’ll start using them yourself.

She will be curious and have the wonder of a child who sees things for the first time. She will bring out a passion in you that you didn't know you had, and she’ll make you feel something that you’ve never felt in this life before.

She will be confident, but hide her face and blush when you see her with her hair tied up and no makeup on. Your voice will catch in your throat because to you, she looks like the most beautiful thing that has walked your Earth. She will act a little crazy in the best way, and ignite a fire in your bones that burns so bad it’ll make you want to run for your fucking life.

Don’t run.

Look at her-- even if she’s so bright it burns a hole through your heart. Hold her close even though you’re terrified that if you touch her the wrong way you'll burst to flames. Kiss her so hard that you see stars, and trace the scars on her body, do not let her feel ashamed.

This girl, she will make you feel vulnerable, and it will scare the living hell out of you. You’re not used to losing control, but let the new experience teach you lessons. Don’t run away from what scares you, because you have the potential to be and feel so much more.

Just love her for as long as the universe allows...

Tension

America's lungs are a parking lot with stop signs and bullet casings.

There's chalk in the shape of
a child
a brother
a story
and it dissolves in the rain. 

America's lungs deflate and the stop signs never sleep...

Request

If you give me Time and she wasn't asked for, I will tear apart her smooth vowels and get lost in the clicking sounds of her consonants until I'm so far gone that nobody will know if I will return. 

If you give me Time and she's unwilling,
I'll excuse the disaster that I cause and I'll claim that she asked for it, begged for it even. I'll lay her soul out bare, completely vulnerable, and ready to be devoured.

You see, Time claims.

She ingests our feelings and actions,
and if I don't destroy her first,
she will eat me alive.

Armor

I want you to undress me to the sound of all your defenses collapsing...

reasonable

Shhh, don’t speak. I can read your thoughts in your eyes, sense them in the way you hold my hand. I know what you want to say when you hold me tight and can’t seem to let me go.

Sometimes we’re better off enjoying the silence, and filling the space between the lines. Letting the unsaid things talk.

We don’t have to give it a name as long as we both know that we’re in over our heads.

Sometimes words simply aren’t needed.

Orange

It is 1947 and I am driving through Southern California in a pale blue convertible with a boy who has an amazing jawline drawing on a cigarette next to me. Jazz plays softly from the radio, mixing with the lazy summer breeze and the salty beachside air. My heels are in the backseat— we don’t know nor care where we’re going, and I am madly in love once again.