People, they mightn't have the patient space, much like nature's temper doesn't seek to understand the hardships you've gone through. I'm not sure, I think there's something to be said about this strange year. A tropical escape can either be a luxe vacation or wet air so hard to swallow. I'm always battling that insecurity. I want to be understood.
2.23.2015
2.17.2015
2.16.2015
2.15.2015
Trickling brain drops soft spots
Quick, call flora,
crybabies and cry ladies.
an amused muse for flowers
bloom every season
regardless of rain or shine.
calm this calf. calm my halves. My haves
and my loves me, loves me nots.
Petal by petal. As rose as my cheeks.
I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride my bike.
crybabies and cry ladies.
an amused muse for flowers
bloom every season
regardless of rain or shine.
calm this calf. calm my halves. My haves
and my loves me, loves me nots.
Petal by petal. As rose as my cheeks.
I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride my bike.
2.13.2015
2.12.2015
loves a pressure
there are sides to every story, sometimes you're never the same. its about borrowing things never to be returned again. its about going down a path without your gps guiding your lefts from your rights. I've left you're right. i write about theft. and where do you take your collected sorrows for a cash in, a lump sum in my throat of pieces i won't give away.
2.08.2015
2.03.2015
never have i ever
been so scared, i shut down
thicker than the berlin wall,
never have i ever
would you rathers, counted
"time is an illusion,"
but i feel it. i really fucking feel it.
que paso, ari? what now? where to?
hypnotized by, "one day at a time,"
I'm lucky to be alive, aren't i?
love is cruel. when i broke
in front of my mother,
she gave me
an unrecognizable look, "and where is your eternal optimist? where have
you lost her"
thicker than the berlin wall,
never have i ever
would you rathers, counted
"time is an illusion,"
but i feel it. i really fucking feel it.
que paso, ari? what now? where to?
hypnotized by, "one day at a time,"
I'm lucky to be alive, aren't i?
love is cruel. when i broke
in front of my mother,
she gave me
an unrecognizable look, "and where is your eternal optimist? where have
you lost her"
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