Maybe what makes a guy attractive is that he doesn’t want you.

Maybe that applies to everyone. Not just men.

But people gasp into the desperation of finding someone

Scavenging on the apps

Leaking their life force into these phones

They know it’s wrong

But they’re reassured by others

That’s it’s the way ahead

Like a beggar

Telling another beggar

Where to find some bread.

Get out of th...

hope is wrong. it tells you you need something else in order to have what you want.

no

no

no.-...

His eyes dart frantically,

his palms are sweating as they slide against each other

He grits his teeth trying to keep them one

He looks up at the old man

The sun is in his eyes,

He hears voices around-

Are they talking about him?

Are they saying he shouldn’t be here,

That he’s not worthy,

That he’s not worth the soot they sweep off the temple floor

His jaw clenches and he swallows.

He can’t show t...

My eyes squinted with laughter. I loved the story she was telling. Her blonde hair flowing like a river, now white and salt and peppered, framing the crevices in her face. She smiled and coughed, her hand reaching out for support. I held her as I read her eulogy, the rain mingling with the dirt above her tomb.

The rain hits the back of my neck, my eyes blacken when my time has run out too....

a lamp that shows my eyes

those beads of shape and size

a bookcase filled with gold

hiding all the stories old

I’ve been to this place before

in dreams

in tales

of village lore

and never once I knew

the one the stories come from

is you...

why do i feel as if

freedom from my problems

will mean the death of who i am?...

finally. Ribbons whirling around me , people strutting and smiling . i want it to be like this. All. the time.

Celebration. Of life. Is that wrong?...

smiles in the sun

splashes on their feet

rays in my eyes but I’m grateful for the heat

this place people come to

to simply just exist

a stream and a rainbow

& cliffs sea salt kissed

laughter is the clouds

in a sky gold and red

kids jump and run

and adults they play pretend

time has well clocked out

and life’s become its friend

but shall I ruin the moment

by fearing it will end?...

When I look in the mirror, I see someone I love.

her exhale is my parachute as I

fall into her skin.

her hair unfurls as the tendrils in my neck melt.

her breath is the sigh of the sea on my ear

Urging me to relax

allowing me to be.

it wasn’t always this easy

trusting her

but now i do

because I know what she likes

i know what she doesn’t

i’ve always wondered how to know.

but what I didn’t kno...

black is the color of my eyes when i see you

green is the color of my veins when i meet you

red is the color of my skin when i feel you

why must you be in my head

can’t you climb on in instead?...