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I like to live life intense
wallow in the immensity
of the unexpected
live it full throttle
not bottled up
but shaken hard
once twice thrice
I drink from the outflows
on the foamy sides
licking my lips
I live my life like a rip tide
watch how smoothly it slides
into the unknown
buried in the undertow
as it says hello to the fishes
Life dishes it out
but I always clean my plate
wipe the slate clean
as I glean the southern skies
for some promise of rain
I am training for tomorrow
muscling up my mind
for the vagaries of a foreign clime
wondering whether I can weather
the storms from home
as they call me back
to the nest I've known
I live my life like a train wreck
barrelling along
with no clear station in sight
no destination
no passengers alight
this train never stops
never sleeps
its cars unlocked
forever planning an escape
waiting for the wreck that will set them free
wallow in the immensity
of the unexpected
live it full throttle
not bottled up
but shaken hard
once twice thrice
I drink from the outflows
on the foamy sides
licking my lips
I live my life like a rip tide
watch how smoothly it slides
into the unknown
buried in the undertow
as it says hello to the fishes
Life dishes it out
but I always clean my plate
wipe the slate clean
as I glean the southern skies
for some promise of rain
I am training for tomorrow
muscling up my mind
for the vagaries of a foreign clime
wondering whether I can weather
the storms from home
as they call me back
to the nest I've known
I live my life like a train wreck
barrelling along
with no clear station in sight
no destination
no passengers alight
this train never stops
never sleeps
its cars unlocked
forever planning an escape
waiting for the wreck that will set them free
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Live life to the fullest~! (Not so easy for a half-introverted person like me.)