Love me like a disease. I’ll stop being white and frivolous.
Homophobia- the worst disease
You can’t love who you want to love in times like these
Homophobia- the worst disease
Love how you want to love and love who you please.
~Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music~
Sleepless
The one without a past is the one you want. But listen, my scars are plain obvious. They won’t go with the black dress you want me to wear tonight. Please find another me for today. I won’t go to bed before 12. Just don’t make me pretend.
Letters to #2
Dear attractive woman number 2, only once in my life have I responded to a person the way I’ve responded to you, but I’ve forgotten when it was or even if it was in fact me that responded. I may not know much, but I know that the wind sings your name endlessly, although with a slight lisp that makes it difficult to understand if I’m standing near an air conditioner. I know that your hair sits atop your head as though it could sit nowhere else. I know that your figure would make a sculptor cast aside his tools, injuring his assistant who was looking out the window instead of paying attention. I know that your lips are as full as that sexy French model’s that I desperately want to fuck. I know that if for an instant I could have you lie next to me, or on top of me, or sit on me, or stand over me and shake, then I would be the happiest man in my pants. I know all of this, and yet you do not know me. Change your life; accept my love. Or, at least let me pay you to accept it.”
Excerpt from the movie “Schizopolis”—> Recommended.
Iris. One.Two. Three. I’ll have a girl and I’ll name her Iris.
And she’ll be strong like you and pretty like me.
I always liked Irises. Only, it’s not their season yet…
For Him
My eye is digging tunnels in your skin.
Look at my brain:
It’s completely dysfunctional
Now, that overwhelmed with a smile
My cells have flown away like butterflies…
I know, my love-
You have a butterfly on each tip of your fingers,
And when you touch me
Spring is boiling inside me
With crushing flames of lust…
My lips are rehearsing the paths to the world
You hide behind your left ear
Can you feel life pulsating in me slowly, in the rhythm of the Earth?
I am orbiting around your being
Like a moon without a map
Which drowned in the fire of your skin
Embraces like a black hole the falling stars.
Can you be my Universe for an hour?
For a night?
For an eternity?
Lets build a ladder
From the silence that sleeps latent in your bosom
To the volcano that melts my fingers in snakes with open mouths!
I want every bite of you to travel my insides
Like summer tastes the jungle in the season of rain…
How soothing is your tired hand on my face vibrating like a wound!
Like a lotus flower that gathers within the desires of the lake
Color me blue and let me carry your sun
Your thunders and your fogs
I’ll make a thousands rainbows sway around you
While I carve the letters of love
In your rebellious hair…
I Love You!
Things you can do in a sleepless night: attempt to sleep, watch National Geographic/ Animal Planet several times, walk around your room, listen to music, re-read text-messages, eat french fries from Saturday, make yourself hot-chocolate, listen to more music, but same songs over and over again, go for a walk, laugh, write a poem, cry, exercise, take a shower, meet person on the hall and talk for half an hour at 3 am, take pictures of yourself, get dressed, get undressed, post notes on your wall/mirror/door, lay on bed facing south, lay on bed facing north, write on door deck things no one really cares about, take another shower, attempt reading “ants have sex in your beer” for fifth time, make a playlist, get dressed/undressed/dressed, start cleaning cups and other things that need not be cleaned, finally turn off light and run away from your room. My last night. This is what 5 to 7 cups of coffee can do to you.
doremifasolasi
Today: Searching for you
On Hallways/Traffic lights/Faces/Edges of a memory/Imagination
Or hallucination
Today: Erecting your portrait from a petal
And donating your smile
To a neurosurgery book
Today: Tying you tight to a ray of light
And my blind retina
Caught you in the childhood’s net
Lost a century ago
Today: Loving you with the frenzy of a tornado
Devastated yesterday a whole continent
Climbed you up on the Babel Tower
Of my fiber-heart of frozen lava
Sent you down in the bloody and pious tunnels
Of clandestine Christianity
And buried you in the wreck of a shredded thought
Today: you were no one
Today: you were God
Today: you have forgotten me
