Tuesday, December 17, 2013


the words arranged on this paper cause me to imagine

i am in a headspace divorced from this time and this moment
i have traveled to your moment, imaginary and real
i recreate every letter that was born into existence by the flick of your pen

your hand did dance over this tree reformed
it's a wonder-full and complicated story
how do i come to know this piece of your mind
what made me so special
am i special at all

strange, these inanimate things, these objects
they carry so much meaning when touched by shapes we have agreed to understand
this communication that captures your emotions
your emotions for me
a whisper to my eye
a secret born in sense

an object charged with the electrical impulse of your brain
fuck, god, FUCK
my mind is continuously blown
it was your brain that created this symbol of feeling
and i feel it ...

i feel it

it pulses strong
it pulses stronger now

the words
imaginary and real


Friday, December 13, 2013

a blank
young man
none assumes

and there
a story
in lines
beneath the eye

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

struggle solipsism

and the question
the question
the question

what is the question

we all are searching
we are all searching?

am i searching for


that cant be found
cannot be found

are we all searching

are we hiding

is it just me
is it just me