The Greatest Actor

I'm a poet. I'm a loner. I'm a social butterfly. I'm a beauty. I'm a reject. I'm anything you want me to be.

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I find you in every city


san francisco
reminds me
of being
tangled with you
in bed—
legs and arms like
meandering vines,
we folded into each other
like paper planes
the big, orange bridge:
sturdy and durable
the redwoods
centuries old
the sailboats
returning to…



(Source: communicants, via sequentem)


(Source: jamiefraser)

Next Time

next time

he will not

be someone who

sees me as a receding


on which he can

freely stretch across


as sand between his

weak palms, expected

to slip away with time


as the sun that

seasonally bronzes his skin

with hot kisses


as the perfect sunset

inspiring the poetry of his heart

to love

someone else


next time

he will be someone

who feels my cool water

against his parched lips

and knows

what it means

to live

“Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.”

—   Carol Rifka Brunt (via joyeuse)

Hate everyone.


We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love,…


there’s a couple sitting
next to me
300 meters too close
and nuzzled between
neck and chin/chin and lips
watching a swan glide
over the rushing water
over to me;

but my head is
watching pulse and flow
of the wet river mass
burdened as a beast:

she’s pulling me, too

in full forward motion
as my eyes
fade to white

my ears
finally listening
to the wind, humming his secret
on a Sunday afternoon
louder than church bells
ever could

I’ve never felt
so happy and
all at once

surrounded by people
to be carried away by nature

content as the swan
struggling to swim aimlessly
past two lovers

whoever they may be

Cheers from Zürich. xo