a Boy London t shirt would be cool to own.
Understand me,
you can’t.
I am here and you are There;
a whole world is between our lips and thoughts.
Should we ever close this gap, my dreams would
Fulfill.
I can’t get past this block, this barricade that’s been built
between us both.
Perhaps because ‘twas you who created it.
All I desire is to know where I am in your Heart,
for this truth haunts me.
The ambiguity of you thoughts towards me
roll me into a
ball.
My Box
Stay away from me and
leave me here in my little box.
Don’t rush me or disturb my rest
for I am Waiting.
I wait for a turn in life-
for spontaneous combustion of life’s basket
into adventure, into excitement.
To find a Lover and run freely
around the quantum strings
living, being, doing.
So, I wait here;
my box is quiet
but they don’t know
what is to come
when I leave
My box.
The Cliff
For so long, I have been journeying
to this point where I sit now.
Fallen, ran, escaped, endured, survived,
won.
The trail had narrowed and the trees seemed too close
but
I have reached the cliff.
All is before me;
what with its uncertainty and entropy for me to
Conquer.
The sweet mountain air soothes me now
for soon, I will enter the Congo.
Rome
my mind can only focus on you.
every thought, every image, every nuance of ideas;
pertains to you.
head and heart cannot agree to evade your essence,
but their vectors always meet
at your face in my mind’s eye
with both direction and magnitude that I cannot stop.
If all roads lead to Rome, I lead to you.
Lives set apart to thrive together
as the Sun and moon
making their eternal dance throughout the
Cosmos.
allow your beauty, your radiance, your Light,
to fall on me so that i can reflect it too all
as i sit here unable to do much.
A life as one but made of two
puts my heart in a Daze
as I dream real dreams of fake scenes
that i can only wish to occur.
Tonight, I will howl.
funny thing is Humanity,
such fragility and arrogance.
a feeling of Deterioration seems to
burgeon.
words fly as daggers and Ignorance corrode me
and i want it to
stop.
pull away from me,
or maybe me from you,
the hostility reeks and clouds my view
of the beauty i saw in your face and your ways
which now has come to rot in my heart.
funny, twas you who did attract.
funny, tis me that is now disgusted.
funny thing is humanity.
where has my directed Love gone?
I recall that I sent it Your way.
where must you have rested it upon?
‘twas not a leaf escaping and rowing
as a Boat with the helmsman absent,
but an understated messenger Boy
with a purpose but fearfully stagnant.
seems my love is but a wave
to the Ocean of your soul
pushed around, played around
making a mockery of me: the Fool.
a fool to think a jester can woo a Queen,
divine and sublime in her way,
and return a champion with her love,
an dream that just won’t decay.
as they replay and pay me visits,
I lie and rest through the irritation,
the visions: You plus I
are annihilated by your frustration
of my love that passions as though of a pork
and seems not to end through the seasons.
maybe when we reach life’s diverging Fork
I’ll take one and you take the other.
Distance
I feel nothing.
As if I am floating by on a
Cloud
All alone and drifting away;
As all eyes are unaware
And staring toward everything else.
Ist’ safe to display my true heart while
I am but an unknown fly?
I buzz and buzz but it is unimportant
And Incoherent.
‘Tis my distant adoration of
You
That causes my melancholy
For you, my Ophelia.
It seems like we may never touch
But our gazes, like arrows, can still
Cross paths;
As the flame from yours melts me.
We’ve been talking more lately and I feel so warm inside when we talk about literature and music. She’s so deep and passionate but quiet. She, oddly enough, initiated conversation and even sent me a super long excerpt from the awesome book that she suggested to me in my email and showed me a few of the songs she’s into right now. I know its nothing, but at least it’s something. I don’t want to feel anything because I don’t want to get hurt but she might be worth it.
stuff to get off my chest
I have this friend that, I believe, is the most beautiful person I have met. I just don’t know what to do about it because she isn’t the type of person who dates and probably has no interest in me but we have very similar tastes in music, style, and outlook on life. I wish I could just sit and speak with her… I know this sounds stupid and cliche but this is exactly how I feel right now. My insides feel like jelly. My arms feel like fire. My head feels like a rock; I wish i could just drop it.
