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Electricityyyyyyyyyyy

Posted on December 16, 2014

“incandescent. i’m pregnant with my words pregnant as in, ready to burst and give life where it’s needed, or not irreverent, moment of shining where bulbs of luminous lime invoke a poisonous vine. it’s similar in fashion when I couldn’t feel a feeling twice, it’s only one time that I felt it like, I can’t relive a time in inception to revive the electric vibe that enlivened me in a second So terrified at the ghastly future that I stayed in the present played with ploys of my past Avoiding, a void, is like a moisture in cracks Over periods, the crevice loosens its solid texture it falls, and become decrepit over time. A dam is a unimaginable creation of man and i was…

IT’S 2 A.M

Posted on November 17, 2014

hello crickets. im sad. (the wonderful thing about crickets is they’ll keep chirping if you’re talking to them)The world is at a crossroads. It’s silent and heavy. The cultures the clashes. The cancer, the caving. The careers and consultations my mentors suggest. I look at beautiful woman and I want to tell them they’re beautiful. To smile. I look at men I have some interests with and I want to tell them “hey man, that’s cool.” the comment alone is enough for me as a interaction. sometimes It’s lonely. sometimes you want them to be interested in what you have to say. Sometimes you want a meaningful conversation. sometimes I don’t want to fantasize about sexual trysts. I just want to roll around in…

Quoted for emphasis on, fuck my life.

Posted on November 17, 2014

It’s been a minute, how you doing? Just trying to laugh with you. Making a joke or two, just laugh with me. I realize it isnt going to work if we both aren’t in it. But I want it to. Foggy visions. Wanting both of us to be in it. I- i, i..i stutter in my thoughts, so talking without this muse would be disaster. If I’m the rain that nourishes thirst, you’re the hurricane that uses the rain that it’s named after. Sprinkling chakra. The way the winks made me feel unique to someone. They say all snowflakes are especially different, so tell me why wouldnt a kiss then? They have the same characteristics. It’s a personable haste. Now a blizzard is personification.…

  

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