Bro, you have an entire life to be stupid. take a day off.

brown eyes in love is a beautiful thing

We’re all just super heroes here with secret true identities

i wear silence and it fits perfectly

my cup of life is spilling with your love

that sweet perplexity following eye contact

talking to myself hoping that eventually it leads me to the truth

where you go, you bloom exactly as I’d want for you

in the ages when a heartbeat lost its innocence seeking truth between love and lust I long for the ages when I believed a first kiss is meant to last forever as simply as I believed in Cinderella as I believed that making love is only with you as simply... as I love you.

isn’t it a prerequisite of bravery to also feel afraid

words on the paper but do you hear my voice whispering through calling for you

currently wrapped in the song of cicadas.

I gift myself poetry books, sunsets after the rain, cup of tea, laughter late at night, bath after long days, art postcards, gentle thoughts, flowers that smell of late summer, dreams filled with love.

the sky is on fire

hello thunder.. you sound like my thoughts.

night conspires with the most cursed lust inside me it convinces me, "this is the sin heaven adores" my sanity raped by my own craving dragging me into the abyss of the most fears I deny the last time I remember my heart wept and spoke, "God, I don't want to fall in love"

i told her i didn’t want to see her yesterday because my depression and anxiety had me in a vicelike grip but she insisted, we laughed until i had tears running down my cheeks, made plans, now I’m feeling hopeful for the week ahead

too weary now to beg his sight my soul is bruised by cruelest night too weary now, yet still I bleed my soul still pleads for what I need shall I sleep with this love entire— or kill my grief in ash and mire? a martyr bound to love's desire

a sweet girl appears her eyes weave eternal spells soft stars in their glow a man forgets time and self lost within her sacred gaze #tanka

last night I dreamed of a stranger yet we spoke with love in our eyes morning left my heart in questions what if we dreamed the same strange dream I saw him as he saw me? one last thought makes me want to scream... how often have I been assigned a role in someone elses dream?