i think.
maybe.
i kinda
sorta
almost
love...
good night,
you.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Catch,
tests,
campus,
chai, latte.
Ride your own.
Snapchats.
Crash.
Physics.
Almonds. Chile lemon and applewood.
L.
SOMA.
Brainwash cafe.
doomburger and cheesesteaks.
beer and italian soda. peach.
comedy show.
kind of.
not that much comedy.
walks, cold.
leather jackets.
paper tiger.
chai, green tea soy. warmth.
kiss.
random woman catches.
"spank each other"
boss of my heart.
sf.
random homeless high.
magic tricks, practice.
cable car.
stand.
hold. hold on. hold onto me.
thoughts, (fall, catch me).
views, cold fingers.
bay bridge.
last stop, pier.
sax.
F, castro.
L.
E&E.
Homework.
Try. not so fail.
XXYYXX.
Take off your cool.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Grapefruit,
Boba?
*scribble
Night time.
My moon.
All nighter day 1.
Random conversations,
not so random.
Night time, warm bed.
Light but strong touches.
Shared.
E.
Conversations.
Mirror, reflection, to reflect.
Parallel.
XX 6/01
Jazz.
Badu.
House.
Fiery.
Understand.
Odd.
Same page?
Questions left answered.
Eyes darker than a new moon midnight.
Peek.
Lips compliment.
Scruff.
Blindness.
Sangria.
Pyramid.
Mimosa, grapefruit.
6am.
Exclusive?
Exclusive.
Dance, groove, party,
Under wing.
Sleep, as if its only you.
And as if its only me.
Wake, opposite.
And look for you.
Silver Lining.
Crazy.
Deep.
Thoughts.
What's wrong?
Feels right.
Touch, feel, sight.
Kiss, hard, light.
Left side. shoulders, neck, lobes.
Lightly. Lower back.
Kink.
Freak.
No. Same.
Truth or lie.
Still truth.
One.
Day time
Your sun.
Panther Beach? No. Scott Creek.
No trail.
Can we make it up there?
...piece a cake.
Hidden bench, found.
Find end of the creek, fail.
No cars coming? Run.
Highway 1.
Freezing beautiful sunset.
Bike. Lombard.
Cookie. Castro.
Mission. walk, late lunches, bus.
Galleria. failed rooftop garden.
Dolores Park. high, sunkissed, hummingbird, dogs.
Philz.
Iced Milk and Hot Black.
Marina. bus, cold, like rowdy kids roaming around the slippery rocks.
Skipping rocks. Mischievous thoughts on how to get across the water to the boats.
Off the grid? Fail.
North beach. bus. Crosby Morgan, love, voice.
Books.
-end.
Long days of work.
4 hours.
Really.
Ice cream- Slocombe. Arugula. Coffee.
Print wrapping paper, typewriter, cards.
Pie. Raspberry pear. Dutch apple.
Coffee.
Cards, vacuum: I suck.
Call out, no excuse.
Macaroon. Playground dome.
Aether.
Corset, better use for shipment we'd say.
Showers.
Pastries and coffee.
Cafe Au Lait.
SHM 2/14
Dance.
Eternal Sunshine.
Spotless mind.
Thoughts.
More coffee.
Superbowl.
Better off downstairs.
Calc quiz, your luck.
Stress, forgotten.
Benedict, vegetarian.
Apollo. cry, whine, friends?
Parks, others, stares, black.
Flirt, trouble, laughter, carefree.
Lingerie.
Sex.
Eat.
Food.
You.
Lunch, brunch.
Wings.
Burger.
Truffle fries.
Cream puffs, coffee.
Bittersweet.
Our thing.
One.
*scribble
Night time.
My moon.
All nighter day 1.
Random conversations,
not so random.
Night time, warm bed.
Light but strong touches.
Shared.
E.
Conversations.
Mirror, reflection, to reflect.
Parallel.
XX 6/01
Jazz.
Badu.
House.
Fiery.
Understand.
Odd.
Same page?
Questions left answered.
Eyes darker than a new moon midnight.
Peek.
Lips compliment.
Scruff.
Blindness.
Sangria.
Pyramid.
Mimosa, grapefruit.
6am.
Exclusive?
Exclusive.
Dance, groove, party,
Under wing.
Sleep, as if its only you.
And as if its only me.
Wake, opposite.
And look for you.
Silver Lining.
Crazy.
Deep.
Thoughts.
What's wrong?
Feels right.
Touch, feel, sight.
Kiss, hard, light.
Left side. shoulders, neck, lobes.
Lightly. Lower back.
Kink.
Freak.
No. Same.
Truth or lie.
Still truth.
One.
Day time
Your sun.
Panther Beach? No. Scott Creek.
No trail.
Can we make it up there?
...piece a cake.
Hidden bench, found.
Find end of the creek, fail.
No cars coming? Run.
Highway 1.
Freezing beautiful sunset.
Bike. Lombard.
Cookie. Castro.
Mission. walk, late lunches, bus.
Galleria. failed rooftop garden.
Dolores Park. high, sunkissed, hummingbird, dogs.
Philz.
Iced Milk and Hot Black.
Marina. bus, cold, like rowdy kids roaming around the slippery rocks.
Skipping rocks. Mischievous thoughts on how to get across the water to the boats.
Off the grid? Fail.
North beach. bus. Crosby Morgan, love, voice.
Books.
-end.
Long days of work.
4 hours.
Really.
Ice cream- Slocombe. Arugula. Coffee.
Print wrapping paper, typewriter, cards.
Pie. Raspberry pear. Dutch apple.
Coffee.
Cards, vacuum: I suck.
Call out, no excuse.
Macaroon. Playground dome.
Aether.
Corset, better use for shipment we'd say.
Showers.
Pastries and coffee.
Cafe Au Lait.
SHM 2/14
Dance.
Eternal Sunshine.
Spotless mind.
Thoughts.
More coffee.
Superbowl.
Better off downstairs.
Calc quiz, your luck.
Stress, forgotten.
Benedict, vegetarian.
Apollo. cry, whine, friends?
Parks, others, stares, black.
Flirt, trouble, laughter, carefree.
Lingerie.
Sex.
Eat.
Food.
You.
Lunch, brunch.
Wings.
Burger.
Truffle fries.
Cream puffs, coffee.
Bittersweet.
Our thing.
One.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
'Flect,
I see you.
In front of me.
But through those dark eyes so familiar.
Similar.
I see me.
Not physically.
Its...the mind.
I see a mind like mine.
Fascinating, dark, kept, mysterious, open.
Contradictions.
I can read your silence so clearly.
But the uncertainty will always cause me to retract.
To doubt.
This is kind of like looking into a mirror.
And seeing a reflection is normal.
But seeing your reflection talk back can be a lot for anyone to take in.
I've always wondered.
Y'know?
How it'd be like to date yourself.
I always thought.
Hey,
how can I expect anyone else to understand me when even I couldn't understand myself.
Hypocrite.
Me.
But you.
Though.
Different but somehow everything just makes sense..
In a way.
Clear but the same time confusing.
Iffy.
Unsure.
Comfortable but that comfort can get very uncomfortable.
At least for me.
Fuck.
I smile.
Relax, I tell myself that and so I try that.
Damn.
Its a nice feeling.
No. Don't.
Yes. Please.
I don't know if I know or not.
I want to stop.
But I want to keep going.
I can't lose something I don't have though.
Then why am I frightened.
Look away.
Damn emotions.
Why'd I let it get in the way.
Go away. I don't need it.
But stay for another minute, would you?
No I couldn't ask. The other one shouldn't ask.
The other one just takes what one can.
Another other.
Stop.
Just forget about it.
In front of me.
But through those dark eyes so familiar.
Similar.
I see me.
Not physically.
Its...the mind.
I see a mind like mine.
Fascinating, dark, kept, mysterious, open.
Contradictions.
I can read your silence so clearly.
But the uncertainty will always cause me to retract.
To doubt.
This is kind of like looking into a mirror.
And seeing a reflection is normal.
But seeing your reflection talk back can be a lot for anyone to take in.
I've always wondered.
Y'know?
How it'd be like to date yourself.
I always thought.
Hey,
how can I expect anyone else to understand me when even I couldn't understand myself.
Hypocrite.
Me.
But you.
Though.
Different but somehow everything just makes sense..
In a way.
Clear but the same time confusing.
Iffy.
Unsure.
Comfortable but that comfort can get very uncomfortable.
At least for me.
Fuck.
I smile.
Relax, I tell myself that and so I try that.
Damn.
Its a nice feeling.
No. Don't.
Yes. Please.
I don't know if I know or not.
I want to stop.
But I want to keep going.
I can't lose something I don't have though.
Then why am I frightened.
Look away.
Damn emotions.
Why'd I let it get in the way.
Go away. I don't need it.
But stay for another minute, would you?
No I couldn't ask. The other one shouldn't ask.
The other one just takes what one can.
Another other.
Stop.
Just forget about it.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Deter,
What good will end.
Choice of the ending.
What bad shall also end.
Or choice of continuing.
Do I have determination?
Or motivation?
Both?
One or the other?
Or none at all.
Choice of the ending.
What bad shall also end.
Or choice of continuing.
Do I have determination?
Or motivation?
Both?
One or the other?
Or none at all.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Records show,
that I can love the best and make it worthwhile.
then why is the present not reflecting the past.
why are we setting fire to the rain.
then why is the present not reflecting the past.
why are we setting fire to the rain.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Flowing with insane fire,
Days has been going smoothly.
A bit of madness.
Insane.
Insanity.
Heat.
Passion.
Magnetized.
Cravings.
Fulfillments.
Although nights have been a bit more lonely,
patience can get a little hint of tension.
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