An Onlooker Speaks

I’m procrastinating.

***

Good god,

it’s that couple again.

I don’t want to date you, but

I can’t stop the tug of despondence

despite every reason I have to celebrate.

*

You know,

the first time I bumped into you

I was so enwrapped in what could be

that I forgot to even realize

that your mere existentialism

is so beautiful to me, and me alone.

Quotes that I made up

In case you ever need inspiration from quotes. I composed them all by myself, by the way, so trust me when I say you’re not gonna any corny-ass Marilyn Monroe quips from here.

– It’s not your successes that define you but the bravery to pick yourself up and try one more time.

– You haven’t failed enough until you actually succeeded.

– If you want to know someone with mental issues, ask them if they’re a poet.

– If everything goes well for too long, something is definitely wrong.

– Don’t drive when in love.

– Sometimes the best teacher is yourself.

– Always have a plan B.

– Keep wondering about everything. Chances are, you can write a bestseller with the answers you come up with.

– My friends would be good Christian girls. My best friends would be weird-ass punk introverts.

– Stop people on the streets and ask to take a picture of their clothes. Email growing channels with questions they’d love to answer. Take the initiative to do something you never did. You aren’t living your life to the fullest unless you’re the instigator.

– If I have to be depressed, then at least I’ll be depressed with style.

– Life isn’t about attaining the ultimate rose-colored life. It’s about making the best out of what we already have.

– If it’s too easy you’re doing it wrong.

– Life wasn’t made to overcome you. You were made to overcome life.

– Life’s a bitch. But God is still good.

– The only way to truly be yourself is to break out of the mold your role model designed for you.

– Writing is 1% actual writing and 99% figuring out how to write.

– Sometimes all you can do is the best you can ever do.

– Am I normal or is everyone else just crazy?

– Your vulnerability invigorates me. I’d like to slip you into my heart and hold you there forever.

Pipe Dream

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The air weans in partings of a summer breeze

But nay if it hasn’t swept in a lovelorn fear, or some,

At which I gaze in disconcerted ease.

*

It’s cold here. It’s cold here. I keel, then I’m numb;

That only you’d lie your love onto me — that I’d fain

In a frenzied season’s past, a past my pain is from.

*

One flitting thought, a thousand strolls purged in vain;

‘Tis the consequence of your haunting face,

So sweet my perfume smells like pain.

*

What now? No fear, no sense, no rush, no pace,

My game carried on in unlimited breadth;

I can’t wait forever, but I can’t win time’s race.

*

And so, my eyes faded in recurring death,

I pass you my final requiem on the fog of my breath…

Yours,

Yeah, the comma after the end of the title isn’t a mistake. 

Tried to make this one a variation of the Petrarchian sonnet.


Laced with heart’s wild and warm-blooded

Hymns of praise and pure,

Stray thoughts spurt like a fountain top,

And all its sweetly pleasures do they rain.

You’re warmer than blood,

Closer than flesh,

I wish to the Aether each day afresh

That your revelation was not in vain.

*

Every spirit of the living air,

Every mirage holds a light

To your ghostly countenance

And breathes life into me anew.

It shimmies down my veins

Into yearnful elations

As I utter you my finest proclamations:

“Can I keep you?”

Magnum Opus

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Cartoonish caricatures of fishies are

floundering in my periphery

while my clone lies sprawled under

scrutinizing starlights.

She’s writhing,

pining.

O my love,

what did I just do to you

in those milliseconds, grains of

an existential high

infecting the air?

I’d nurse you

Like a mother and her squalling child.

But I’ll send another

in my midst,

nary knowing that

the one who watches over you

like God and his Book of Life

is me.

Haikus, Set 1

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Screw me once, you laugh;

Screw me twice, I laugh and then

Slit you in my mind.

*

Love is multi-faced

But I can’t find the best words;

Everyone took them.

*

“Are you here?” I asked.

Neighbors thought I was stretching

As I reached to you.


My goodness. I remember when I stored countless haikus on my old phone.

My old phone. 

I only found three on my new phone, ever since my old phone got thrown away.

Breathe Me Alive

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One glimpse

and I want to

stroke your face

up and out,

round and about,

like the masseur at the spa.

Cup your face against my palm

and I’ll trace your veins as they

lead to your heart —

but maybe I’ll contend with

ticking you on the underarms

instead.

*

Is it wrong that I want to

entwine my body around yours

till you’re close

close

close

to my core,

to the soul hidden beneath my soul

and our pulses beat as one

and I can just maybe,

perhaps…

breathe you in?

*

Please cradle me

so I can snuggle my ear to your chest

and hear an lively ocean

surging inside,

and I’ll know you’re real

when I fall asleep

and all my realities become a dream

as your body beside me fills my lungs

with your scent.

Remember butterfly kisses? The ones where

we’re so close our eyelashes

are touching?

They’re now goldfish nips

because now I’ll cover your face

with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

*

Maybe one night

under the covenant of

a balmy evening

I’ll introduce you to the star-struck sky

because it’s always watching.

I’ll kiss your nose

so that my blessing will extend

down to the tips of your toes.

And while your breath is still fresh on mine

I’ll trace your lips

so that with mine, I’ll imprint onto you

my fiercest declaration:

you belong to me,

and I

to you.