lost interval

should've disappeared from

   these shallow waters

should've returned

   to the distant skies

   where you came from

should've ended 

   the wasted autumn

   at that very moment

   when the sun had stopped

but you wanted to be seen

   you wanted to be heard

   you wanted to be made

   to feel something

   somewhat close to love

lapses so brief

   kept you here moored

   to the memory of a song

   that never came

doubts and red clouds

   made you at last

   wilt asunder

should've believed that quiet moment

   was your last chance

c. November, 2001

loose leaf page inside

the green cargo note pad
written somewhere by The Cliffs

curated onto TBNH, via Sunset5

end piece to the∞series 

bare wishes

i covet,

fiercely,

aching for endless, igneous

summer nights...

i yearn,

loudly,

for a canvas solely made to be painted

with all my unborn sins... 

hands to wander over me;

to revive the most intense emotions,

let out all fires

trapped inside the kiln

of this bluest soul...

i want devotion;

i want the surrender of your every last caress

to me...

your helplessness...

your blind allegiance... 

your undivided desire...

nothing more. 

i crave;

lusting after you vehemently...

a frenzy so unstoppable,

like a charge of wild horses...

i long

sweetly, yet grotesquely

unafraid to say

you are my ambition...

for ambition is but a wish.

August 2, 2010
from Twitter post 20201024254, via Sunset5
August 8, 2010; August 10, 2010
curated onto TBNH, via Sunset5
inspired from nocturnals, 11:11
writings of a girl named AZ

reality punch

i live for days that/
start like
this one
did/

jolts
to wake up to/
gasping/
in cold sweats/

pasts
that insist/
to remain
very present/

make me feel/
i never
died//

cannonball/
onto me/

make of me/
one prey/

every day/

never stop//

please//

June 19, 2010

09:58am

via ÜberTwitter

direct transcript

Fudu Residence, Bahá'í National Center

Johannesburg, South Africa