We Bloom.

What she thinks
When she sinks
Into the skins
Of her lovers

What she discovers

When she looks
The other way

A tree with orange birds
An orange bird with blue and green colours

I see her in black and white
Sometimes

In purple
In yellow

In every rhyme

Sometimes

I am that lover

Sometimes
I discover

What no one has
No one will ever.

Separation Anxiety.

He is going away tonight
To dissolve in the city scapes
Of a brighter city
With brighter lights

No more will he illuminate
The dark spaces
Of my life

I will miss him
His smell
His car
His words
His eyes

He will ask me
About my life

I will tell him
He took half of it

With him.

We will break
Again

Until the next time

We get to feel
Our auras mix

He is leaving
Behind
Such
Emptiness

I am
Transfixed.

Suddenly
Blind.

A little something.

All the lovely people
Who click
Follow
And share
By reading
Thinking
Becoming
My words

I have just made a new
Tumblr account
With my artwork+poetry

Like if you like
Or else
Criticise.

We are all evolving
Sight by sight

Happy to be here
Sharing
Creating

Living life.

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From me.

There is a light in me today
I hope it reaches you

In your shell

I hope your buds blossom
Bright pink and red

There’s a light in me today
I hope it helps you

Shine and spread

Your light
My light

Infinite

And shapeless this light
Will soothe your bones
The surface of your life

I hope it fools
The demons
The disguised
Feelings
That you ride

I hope we become

Your veins
My blood

And I hope
You have your mind
Kissed by my life.

For the rest of your life.

On returning home.

Do you have any Sunday afterthoughts you want to mirror?

He asks me stuff like this. Of course our relationship is of the mind. The best kinds.

I get excited by the empty spaces in music.

He tells me things like this. Of course I am fascinated by him.

Everyone’s so dispersed. I think this would lead to some interesting individuality growth in each one of us.

He discusses ideas that are freshly warm. Taken out of the oven. Placed in my palm.

Of course I am inspired by him.

He wears a t shirt that says
“Your judgement is irrelevant” and then asks me if the t shirt is too small!

Of course I laugh at him
He laughs with me

This is how we spent our Sunday.

In a car.
On a street.

Yellow street light spilled all around us.

And we
Washing our nostalgia
With that light.

We never.

I am a distant constellation
Her eyes revolve around me
Like satellites.

Intentionally
Planted in my orbit.

She sinks
Into
Pretentious
Intentions

Divided by her past
Added by her present

Subtracted from her purpose
Deviated from her path

Fooled
Naive

Excessive
Spontaneously

In and out of love

She happens to be here
Tomorrow who might have her
By their side

No one can predict
Her abrupt strides

In which she covers the diameter of this city

Lovers
Poetry
Women
Men

They all have access to her
Oh what a pity

And then her mother tells her

I am here to make sure
That you fuck with others
Not with yourself.