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Dog Day Afternoon

After classes, for two hours and a half

Mind’s numb from static words and archaic lessons

Afternoons flourish, a lazy inner laugh

Stretch with the palm trees, kick up grass and stones

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By the steps of humanities, a sepia snapshot

Of passersby and busy souls and stray pets that roam

Cars going nowhere, blue skies that time forgot

Weariness that dissipates, shaken off from rusted bones

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After class, of a day’s worth and a half

Thoughts dazed with melancholy, still wandering alone

Afternoons effloresce, a warmer fullstop

Walk with the dusty sunset, I guess it’s time to go home.

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strawberry oreo (for andrew.)

strangely sweet

you tease my lips

cookies and cream

smirking with wit

so keep me alone,

alone in your songs

speak softly, now

it won’t be too long

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sweetly strange

you twist my tongue

carnations and ice

laughing as you won

won me over now,

now you’ll be my song

speak softly, my love

i won’t take too long.

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On the subject of birthdays…

I honestly would post something more profound and broodingly thoughtful and—heaven forbid—perhaps even more enlightening before this day finally ends, but apparently this is the only thing I could manage to write for today. And aptly so, I suppose. So I’ll just be casually leaving this here and calling it a night. Happy another year of somehow still existing to me. 🎉

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March Miracles

This March, I wish for miracles

For muted sunsets with more meaning

For smudged sunscreen and summer sweetness

For neon melodies and sparklers exploding

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In a myriad riot of excited celebrations

From late night kisses and senseless stars

And another birthday without a haze of blues

Feeling the warmth of home from afar

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When I no longer chase for sprained daydreams

Because you were right there all along

To be my cause, my cure, my counterpart

To be my reason to write better songs

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So I’ll rest in idyllic afternoons of yellow

Under the shade of softly-swaying palm trees

Wind rustling my hair, smile in my teeth

As all of my worries momentarily cease

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For every catastrophe, for every cosmic lie

For every sugarcoated scheme, sweeter than a sigh

For every clever credence, for every convalescence

For every severed space where nothing else makes sense

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This March, I wish for miracles

For messes and madness with more meaning

This March, I wish, I hope, I miss, I will go

Follow everything I love and know, and maybe I’ll keep my soul singing.

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who falls in love with a poet?

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