Journal Entry on an Empty Wednesday

I have nothing else but this. This loneliness brought only by surges of memory. Your short gazes to my direction. The accidental meeting of our skin. The non-deliberate touch of your breath on my nape. I have nothing else but this. This insatiable desire to relive all of them in my head, for although illusory, they quicken me. They start a fire in the pit of my being and light up as my very essence. I am an organism particled by your very existence. Thus, the day you cease to be, is the day I say my farewells to life.

When Where and How it Ends

Where, When, and How it Ends.
It’s not done yet.
We’re not done yet.
But it’s okay. We can walk away.
Let’s both walk away
uncork the bottle
spill the sea…


1:00 AM

He's a Mushroom

Where are you?
Come home.
You quicken me.
Quicken me.


1:22 am

Endless

for you are my gravity
the earth that roots me
the rope that binds me
the clipper of wings
the sinker of floating ships
the limbs that touch me not

thus…
I'll forever roam...

Seriously Random Thoughts

blue illumination and static sound
pulled off sheets
i will have to bring a pail to the party
and there wasn't anything in the fridge but butter and beer
then you're car was parked on my front lawn
walking away with nothing but cute panties on and a beer bottle on one hand
tongue out, i tease you to chase me to the deeper depths of your deep deep mind
can we please wear jackets over nothing
i want a burger for every yes you say
take my heart and eat it. i will die yes. as your sustenance
carry me on your shoulder then tip over 'cause it's a crazy thought
show me the blue skies that should have been there by now
and oh yeah. don't forget the black wire around the green curtain of your huge eyes
pop out. pop out. pot pout
carefully laying down a tower of bricks and standing on it for no apparent reason
let's see. i have marked all the places. we just need to get there
nope. they're mushrooms. he's a mushroom.
reach out and grab the gravity.
tomorrow my eyes will water with your sweat
drawing the knife to cut off a piece of the world
hold the hands rough from lovemaking
with wood whose voice
the rays of sun and rainbow-colored candies
runaway and fill in the void with some more void
yesterday there was a storm cloud coughing out fear
so. here we are. our new house with old furniture
those are my books and you can be quiet in the corner
stay away and keep pace with normalcy
simply yawning and making others yawn
silence makes perfect

An Excerpt

days. no weeks. fallen leaves

torrential rains. prickly hot sun

since I have last worded on paper

and if i no longer pen down
weights these shoulders cannot carry
then, and only then do i know
that you have ceased to be the heart of me…

4:11 am 17/03/2012