Independence is an illusion.
Dependence implies that some thing else must be independent.
¡Throw both of these words out!
Interdependence is the nature of reality.

Progression is one sided.
A ball moving through space must have a point of relativity.
If you can understand relativity: forwards and backwards are the same thing.
Relative reality is one sided, reality isn't.

Life and death are an illusion.
A line drawn by the mind of a fearful human.
After you die, which is inevitable,
You will feed the unity of life.

Keep these three truths close to you
And you can truly know freedom
from the illusions
of the human mind.

Fingers running up my chest
You start to kiss my neck
I never needed you before but as I breathe deeper with each kiss I crave you exponentially

I tease your lips but I don't give in.
I don't want you.
But I need you.

I try to push you off but you start to undress
and run your nails up and down my chest

**** it

I rip your clothes off
I close the distance between our lips
And finally I ignite our intimacy

I haven't felt this alive since the last time we met for the first time
And as burn you my morals about the long haul to death
I whisper in your ear
"*******. I hate you. But I love you, and I'm yours to ruin."

I've relapsed

Between me and you,
It's gonna be a long night.
Don't care what we do.
As long as we do it right.
Getting high off of you,
Enjoying the flight,
Your views,
Your sights.
Hanging on tight,
Unleashing a different part of you,
I just hope she bites.
Giving you the best of me,
I'm getting deep,
I know you like.
Between me and you,
It's gonna be a long night.
Don't care what we do,
As long as we do it right.
Don't care what you wear,
As long as you wear it tight.
Good afternoon turned to one hell of a night.

I know this is crazy
Or maybe it's not.
But I've never seen anyone
As beautiful as you.

(m.v.a)

We sit across a tiny table.
Passing the time by passing our intellect back and forth,
Yet both keeping secrets hidden away.

I can read it on your face, though.
Though you try to hide it,
I can always see right through you.

We are no longer at an impasse,
But you don't want me to know that until you are ready.
All of this is checkered across your face.

I sit in wait for you to make your move,
To reach out and take your queen.
I am always waiting for you,
In this endless game.

Your gaze raises and grasps mine.
You lick the lips of your gaping mouth,
You lean forward and say,
"Oh is it my turn?"

That was the longest game of chess that I have ever played.

One missed call, one ignored message.
Thats all it took to change everything.
One moment, and nothing was ever the same again.

What if he had answered that call;
Maybe everything would be different

Maybe, If only, What if.
Now all that remains are unanswered questions

Reading someone else’s poetry
is like trying a weird side dish at a party.

It’s that strange dip that your friend made
and they just keep begging you to try it.
When you finally give in and you take a bite,
one of two things is always bound to happen.

It’s amazing, you love it,
you eat the whole bowl.
You shower them with compliments
and ask them for the recipe

or

It’s bland and it’s dry
can’t even finish your first bite.
You muster up your best fake smile
and squeak out, “This is great”.

It’s imperative that you keep in mind
No matter if it’s good or bad
if it rocked your world or burned your tongue
you will probably only taste this once.