Ain’t nothin’ but goosebumps. West Side.
no title.
Today I skipped to the sea to see what I could c.
Nothing but some cloudy waves and a sunlit moon.
Its night.
Go home.
His fingers curled to blanket mine
The cold was unbearable to bare.
Sunlit moons never change with the wind
My eyes have never smiled with chagrin.
Swim away dear captain
I exclaimed.
He proclaimed.
Why Miss, whats got you missin
Whats got you dissin.
Your tangled up
All over my thoughts
And I never knew
How to fill in the spots
The spots where a void was voided out
And the spots where my heart was squirming about.
Oh my dearest, release your fears
For your eyes are brighter than the fireworked skies
Your soul reaches deeper than the oceans demise.
Ive never lived
Until now
Ive loved,
You.
somebody dipped this soul
in Christian batter
fried it
and then
made the mistake
of trying to serve it back to me
as if
I wouldn’t taste my own being
obscured by a confectionery sugar
so many things make sense right now, my brain is gonna explode, implode, unload.
thoughts unraveling like the thread in your hand me down sweater. falling to the ground never to be seen again.
This Type Love by Saul Williams
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.
and shit- I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love or who loves the other more or what she’s doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she’s not there and shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
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I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love
then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love type love and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel
and I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
The only difference is this is one of those real type loves
and just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers type love and I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again
and I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain’t really anniversaries but doing it just ‘cause it makes her happy type love
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I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in type love and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer ‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
and I don’t want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time to love you as long as I’d like to type love
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love and I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well maybe not all of the hair, maybe like I’d cut the split ends and trim the mustache but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
I kind of feel comfortable now so I even be fantasize about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love.
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is, but I’m married so she is gonna be the one I share this love with.
when the family fails and friends lead you astray
when Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay.
‘Cause angels and messiahs love can come in many forms:
in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm,
and when you finally take the time to see what they’re about
perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out.
the morning sun through my 1970 somethings of a window only to sear through my eyes. the burning was that of splash of oil to the cheek. I couldn’t take it, couldn’t shake it.
the day dragged on.
I have decided crinkles are the funniest sound. you only hear them when its silent, so it’s funny because it’s a sound you only recognize in complete silence. when you have nothing left to occupy your ear space except a crinkle. kinda like a bug, so pointless but can really fuck with a time in space
