with my silver eyes
I stretched towards the
secluded edge of her face
stripped away some stardust
from her crimson lips
and slipped it into
my pocket,
along with a little
bit of
our lives.
with my silver eyes
I stretched towards the
secluded edge of her face
stripped away some stardust
from her crimson lips
and slipped it into
my pocket,
along with a little
bit of
our lives.
and parked her car
outside the city limits.
hung her muggy smile
along the dapper greens.
placed her bets on the naked
men shocked with the scenes.
sunk deep within the
core of the sidewalks.
while she swept your warmth
out with her crisp talks.
the winter came in today
but so did you.
she was once in love
with the devil, dancing
with him in the pale moonlight.
i saw her lips
pressed against her knees
as the moonlight reflected
off her, searching for
an escape in her
distant gaze.
she shone like a raw diamond
through her cracks.
her eyes carried the stars
and gentle scars,
a chaos of dreams,
hopes, and her past.
lust was reduced to the
melting wax, as
slowly, but surely,
she became soulmates with
the lies.
she was once in love,
she said.
she shouldn’t have lied
to herself.
I give in
my ears are pink,
into thin air
my heart does sink.
from your cranberry lips
a cherry juice
drips down
slowly, like amaretto
waiting to drown
in the red
of my skin
in the eleventh hour
of my sins.
so many to explore
so little time
so many to taste,
with only one life.
Today is weird. Probably the saddest day of my life. In fact, my eyes are tearing up as I write this. Personally, I had one of the best days since I started job hunting. I talked to 2 companies today who are both interested in getting me on board, had great interviews with them, but today put a void in my soul that’s probably never going to be filled.
Today, one of my best friend’s mom died.
My fingers falter a little as I type this out. I’m not even exaggerating, my hands don’t want to do this. But as I force myself to spit my feelings out, I can only think of how my friend is feeling 9,000 miles away from where I am. Actually, he’s more than a friend. A brother from another mother. That’s right, another mother. That’s probably what she was, not only to me but to everyone in our little friends circle for most of our lives.
I think I have replayed the conversation when he told me that in my mind around 100 times, hoping that something might change this time. But nope, it is what it is. I spent my whole day in utter shock. And wondering about how we take things for granted. Always so sure that our loved ones are going to be there when we visit home next time. I cried. I cried when I was telling other people. I shed some tears every time I thought about it. I couldn’t even finish half of my sentences today. I was at loss of words. I still am.
The thought of someone so close dead at such a young age is terrifying. Last night, a friend asked me what I missed the most about home. I told her that the fact that I can just lay my head in my mother’s lap and fall asleep whenever I want is the only thing I really miss. We don’t even know sometimes how lucky we actually are. I didn’t know what to say to my friend when he told me. It took me a good half an hour to actually believe what he had said. I still don’t know what to tell you brother. Other than this, that even though I can’t, all I want right now is to hug you and be with you. To show you that you are never alone in this. That I’m always there. Always. That if you ever feel like lost, or lonely, just look up at the sky, and that’s the same one I’m sharing with you. And your mother may be not be physically there anymore, but she’s always going to be there in our hearts.
That is all I want to say to you.
Make it simple.
Make it memorable.
Make it inviting to look at.
Make it fun to read.
You and I,
We
are here for a
reason.
You, for yours.
I, for mine.
We, for ours.
Thanks for showing up.
the bluebonnets tells me
this is when i win
your smile can
make me fly.
sadly it’s nothing new
i’ve in past seen these views
it’s possible, you’ve just
got me high.
and your eyes
say more than our
names spelled together,
your breath’s warmer
than our bedroom sport we play
in sweater weather.
i love the way
you sing your song at night
your music and
your voice
are kisses from inside
I guess that’s what
I need, and
that’s what you
hide.
Software is
nothing more than
a captured, executable
thought.