Too much awareness too early in life was always my problem. Staring out the wide open window, the air around me cool as water got me feeling like being on a trestle all alone; the train is coming and I know I have to decide. image @ unsplash
Te-am prins între două gânduri ieri Te uitai spre mine, fără să mă vezi Cred ca n-am știut niciodată Ce simt pentru tine Ar trebui să ne lămurim Cândva Când se vor netezi zilele imagine @ unsplash
So what if the power went off? Aren’t we blessed with predusk golden hour, A silken pang of time When light and dark become one? Who needs light bulbs when you’ve got candles? And what would be more pleasant Than letting the lit up world go by without us? Are you afraid of me? I admit I can’t resist the seduction of darkness But you needn’t worry, I won’t hurt you Unless you count love as hurting Which might not…
We signed up for a lifelong of happiness But agreed to sorrows too We solemnly uttered in sickness And rather joyously in health In retrospective, till death do us part Doesn’t sound half as bad as, let’s say, Donating one’s kidney. But probably most daunting of it all is commiting To a lifetime of enduring each other in all our worst Early in the morning And very late at night And in all those nutsy, obsessive afternoons. Image @ unsplash
There’s so much dawn light painted on your skin Twinkling, shaky stars in your gaze Honey sweetness on your mouth And all the buzzing of the bees in your kisses. I daydream of you, Until I comically stumble of suddenly unfamiliar furniture. The wispy cirrus clouds are threading the sky, Like paper planes, carrying your name. Secretly, I wait for the night to fall; The darkness is complicit, Everything is allowed, Even me loving you. Image @ unsplash
The sound of his heartbeat Is as loud as the roar of the sea This man is a hopeless romantic He dreams of relationships where people never grow apart Of friends that never outgrow each other Of parents that never grow old At least he has something The agile arc of a dog Drawing thunders On the damp, naked sand. Image @ unsplash
Thirty under thirty winning Oscars and Extinguishing small calamities and 3d printing modular hospitals When the entire world begins rearranging its molecular composition Highschool teenagers giving math meditations in their free time To fund their university studies in nuclear science When has the world grown so absurdly young? Why do all these people seem to know so well What they want? God help us, lost people over thirty.
I love walking with you hand in hand You skin is moist and warm Like dewy grass Like a balmy August night Like an evening sky Containing suggestions of rain We don’t have to kiss We don’t even have to talk Between us there’s that electric something That just might be ruined forever with words And kisses Don’t get me started on those.
Poți oricând să te uiți în altă parte Nu e nevoie să dai un răspuns Reacția ta nu este necesară Sunt câteva mantre cu care să treci prin viață Când nu ai prins metroul luni dimineață Și nu e nimeni să te țină de mână Așa cum există și un zâmbet Prea strălucitor ca să fie real Prea frumos ca să fie fals Sigur are și un nume, într-un orășel nordic Până-l afli poți să-l folosești la liber E al tuturor…
Come on get up, here drink some waterLet me hold you, do you want a hug?Are you alright? Better yet, don’t speak.Use all that energy for breathing.Better yet.All you have to do is get through thisMoment here.If there’s one thing I’ve learned about friendships,And drinking,And trauma,And love,And life,Is that you don’t leave a buddy in the middle of a flashbackYou keep your friend from being stupidYou move along,No harm, no foul.