The World Asleep

Channeling restlessness

For Tenderness

We sought out tenderness,
To escape the pains of this world.

Underneath our minds,
We closed our eyes,
Dreaming
of a reality to be at peace,
to be understood deeply,
to feel something
different
than the air above
these sheets.

We felt the sun
warm our eyes
but we were too dazed and confused,
to understand how we found strangers in our bedroom.


I Was Born Before You Were Ready

I was born before you were ready
Before your back stretched out in pleasure
underneath clouds of warmth against your skin
Before you had a chance to breathe in
deeply
of this day's journey
to catch first light.

I was born before you were ready
I cracked and slowly oozed out of
my porcelain walls, hidden behind
freckled sand paper.

I cringed at the feel of flames
beneath my skin
filling the air
with lust
and calling
those nearby to draw
closer, cautiously, earnestly.

I smoked immensely and made those
weary of my pulsating body,
full of life,
sweet
but bitter
at first touch
to awaken.

I was born before you were ready
— for breakfast.


They Said God Laid In His Hands

They said god laid in his hands.
The way brushstrokes followed,
Led by invisible string,
Colors escaping onto a white canvas.
God's hair never looked so beautiful,
As it did now.

Ripples surfaced
Beneath a sea of white,
A sea of solitude,
Peace in a time of chaos,
Ruptured throughout and thoroughly,
(As if this was the last...)
As present time passed,
Because this was it,
This was life.

Brushed on white,
On browns,
On blues,
On hues,
Of new.
They said this,
This,
was the color of you.


Born Before Yesterday

In hopes of forgetting,
In hopes of escaping,
I was born before yesterday
But news caught up to me,
a reality staring directly at me,
whether or not if I was ready.

I was born before yesterday trying to start fresh but
old habits,
reincarnated,
my bubble burst.
I tried again.

Born before yesterday
it was just like a dream,
thought they would forget me
but here they come,
chasing me through the streets
yelling about some deception
of my myriad confessions
Breaking backs to cross unknown territories.
No time to relax.

They were born before yesterday,
it felt just like a dream,
before reality screamed.

Wondering, "why, god, did they pick me?".

I was born before yesterday,
in hopes of forgetting,
in hopes of escaping,
but reality stared
directly at me,
repulsively.

Never forgetting
my foreign country.


Saffron

We learned to seek refuge in others instead of ourselves
Our youth, wasted on others,
our sacrifice,
justified.

We clothed ourselves in saffron
in search of
truth and faith,
a lovely face.

We pilgrimaged
seeking truth,
an amazing grace,
golden ties
turned orange-red,
a sunset,
we'll never forget.
Our pilgrimage to another place,
a refuge
from our family and friends.


Residues of Stories

Our fingertips touched
with the notion to forget.

We asked god for forgiveness,
for time was our constant,
shown only in our hands and faces.

Our bones shook
and our blood curdled,
over cold bedsheets.

With a conscious so heavy
searching for peace.

This
is a movement to escape.


Deuce Times

Trying something new with a friend on Medium


Mad Men

Only the mad men laugh. They wouldn't be here otherwise.

Cursing the passing time
breathing in dim lights.

Friends
Pounding at my doorstep
bursting with life.

An obsession, only at night.

With
the world asleep,
the world is mine.