My place or yours

My place or yours

As your red lips slowly but surely stain the now almost empty wine glass its clear to see that It isn't your first and most surely not your last, and neither am I.

Your eyes meet mine.  They are like the ocean a dark blue and filled with unrivaled passion no sailor can tame it yet countless line up to try, none to be found again, and for each man lost at sea two set sail. For even if they do not return it's a ride of a life time. 

I offer to buy you another glass. You ask why we don't just skip the games, as you lightly put your hands around my neck and invite me to the dance floor.

The blues and alcohol pump with my blood through my veins controlling my legs like a puppeteer, I slip into a trance state it is only you and me on earth now. 

In that moment your lips decided to stain something other than a wine glass. The words flow off your tongue "your place or mine" 

That night another sailor was lost at sea.

At the verge

With my pupils nearing the size of a cup.

three lines ago I told myself I would stop. 

But I'm at the verge of finally giving up. 

Letting go. 

Going somewhere only god may know.

 Cause im Out of love out of life out of dough.

Tired of putting up a fucking show.

 So With teary eyes I finish my snow.

Now just waiting to die.

As i make my final goodbye.

Im Hoping all this coke and angel dust will make me fly.

my understanding of girls

My understanding of girls 

It seems the older I get the more they confuse and amaze me.

Girls are of course humans like me yet it doesn't seem like that all the time.

See when I was really young it was easy.... Girls. Had. Cooties. It was that freaking simple. You smashes their sandcastles and stuff. 

And then out of the blue one day POW! They become aliens with boobs and butts and stuff and they make you all crazy. I guess you could call It revenge for the sandcastles. 

The boys entire reality gets flipped around. Now we have to go chase after these beings just because of some instinct that's like hey!!! That girl right there..... She's the one..

But she's not.

Just cause her butt does that really sexy thing when she walks in jeans.

And her smile is really nice. 

And like maybe you really like her laugh or something I don't know. 

Maybe it's cause she fills you up with warmth in a spot that always felt really cold and she makes you feel safe and less judged and you could just snuggle up and watch a stupid movie or something 

or maybe it's cause she's like a puzzle with the picture on the box being something completely different and without any corner pieces.... But you'd do anything to solve it... Even though you know you never will you're willing to spend your whole life trying. 

But I mean it's not like you love her or anything jeeez

love is blind

Love is blind.

To me when people say love is blind it doesn't mean that you don't notice people's mistakes, to me it's something more. 

To me love is blind means that love doesn't judge. 

Love doesn't care if you are black white or Asian. Love doesn't care if you are big or small young or old. Love doesn't care if you're a man or a woman loving a man or a woman.

You might ask how I know that well I've seen gay people love each other just the same as hetero people I've seen black people love the same as Asians or whites. In the end we ALL love the same.

And since love doesn't care maybe you shouldn't either.

A Dream

I know it´s late.

i shouldn't be looking at your photos. not anymore.

you are not mine. and looking back you never was.

but I am yours.... sadly

So if you would be so kind to stop looking beautiful and making me remember a time where we almost were.

almost.

but when you left. you left me with a thought.

a ghost.

of what we could have been. and dare i say i have never seen anything nearly that astoundingly gorgeous. like a rose. the most fragrant and red rose you have ever seen.

too bad it is a rose that wilted a long time ago. But hey dreams are all that a foolish boy has so i guess i will cling on for a little while longer.

A poem about love.

A poem about love.

Being a present day teenager I hear the word love being flung around more and more often and it saddens me.

 if we keep using it like this it will lose all meaning and then what will we tell that girl when we stand there on her porch with a bouquet of flowers.

For love is a beautiful thing that we should not take for granted, so when I hear people say "I think I'm in love" I respond then: you're not.

For love isn't like a slight breeze or a tingle its like a steamroller so when you get hit trust me you will know.

So for all of you out there with a slight breeze and a tingle please shut up all the steamrolled are trying to muster courage to say what you spit out every other week to a new girl.

My only request

My only request 

I will not be rude and ask a lot of you

I will not ask you to remember every moment or even a few 

No I won't even ask you to remember my face, the way I laugh or my voice.

But I do ask you one thing see my only request is that you don't forget me. 

The essence I me not my body or anything physical but my very essence cause if you ever forget me then I'm gone and all my efforts will have been in vain.

So please I beg you don't forget me

A little goodbye

I have enjoyed my travel 

But every journey must end yet it still pains me to say goodbye. 

I am left with a feeling of regret and happiness lingering in my heart 

I regret the chances that I didn't take. I regret the times I said no, and I regret the people that I never really met and the people who never got a goodbye.

But I am happy cause every time I say goodbye and hold back a tear it brings me a smile for in that tear are the reflections of our memories.

Every smile, every laugh and every second spent together

So I want to thank you.

Thank you for making a stranger feel less strange. 

Thank you for making a foreigner feel less foreign,

Thank you for the love you've given me. 

I love you.

They say home is where the heart is so I will split mine and share the shards for you all made me feel at home.