It was hot that evening. The boy with the glasses had rode his bicycle for an hour to meet a girl. His tee shirt was wet, his jeans soaked up the leg-sweat. His face was glistening and was flashy. He arrived at the destination before the time that was arranged to meet. He waited patiently. A girl showed up a few minutes after his arrival. She was in her red shoes.

"Hi." A girl in red shoes said to the boy with the glasses. She smiled and hugged him.
"Hi." The boy with the glasses responded the girl in red shoes.

That was the beginning of something new for both of them. They did not planned anything else than to meet for a cup of tea. The rest happened inexplicably and swimmingly that they felt like they had known one another for some time than they actually spent together.

Hello.
Hi.
How are you?
Fine, and yourself?
Good. Why don't we go for a walk?
Sure, I'd like that.
I knew you would.

The sun was cutting flat. He realized that she was not properly dressed for the autumn night and took his jacket off and supine it around her torso. She looks up into his eyes and saw the tenderness in it.

A poem to creativity

I have been going through
application of appointments
to keep on looking
forward to have a meet with
you.

The sun
has been in my eyes for quite
some time but I don't mind knowing you'll be layering.
Clever rhymes and lines haven't been around,
and the pound of tantrum
detergent me from
what I want to say: apologetic
empty stares we share.

My beings are taken, mistaken, stolen
from me. I can't remember
what is what used to be.
I thought I saw your naked form: your curves, heat, emotions -
Couldn't have got it right though, seems
that I've forgotten my
thinking cap.

Don't worry honey, I'll return shortly.
Don't take it so personal that
the time has gotten to you; wished winter was here.
I know we'll meet again someday. Until then,
with the memory of your soft touch that you've shown me
I'll look for you by the death balloon.

I believe:
That I am me, You are you, and You can never be me.
There is no such thing as karma, it is another phony subject established by Hallmark.
Eating together is always better than eating alone (even with an archenemy or a stranger).
Take care of Sterling.
Thankful for having a family.
Have red bricks when riding my bike.
Cigarettes after meals.
Soft core porn.
A man should be ready to leave at any second.
Wash hands after using them.
Never hang out consecutively with the same person(s).
Say 'Thank you' and mean it.
Jesus Christ is not a fictional character.
Never hold back at anything/anybody. They will not be remembered after a week.
Never fear anyone more than myself.
Never show fear to anyone at any circumstances.
Never do anything with intention of hurting anyone.
Have just enough.
Get to the bottom of things.
Be consistent.
Look up words I do not know.
If a person changes his/her hair, tell him/her it looks good.
Remember.
Forgive.

Riding Around the Thundercircle

I have been feeling
frivolous and foolish.
Subjective confounded by your
somatic,
you have been around my mind
more than I can count.
Bear lips
without lipstick,
devil's pink pedicure,
rare silhouette more than
romantic.
A mere thought of you makes
the white part of my eyeball
illuminate.
I know you can not be found
by looking, can not help
but to keep the hope running.
Rapid thunder carousel,
fire waltz,
faster pace at all than
favourite worst nightmare.
Promise to meet me there after sunset and sunrise,
I will be there waiting.
Voluptuous and dangerous
have very different tune
and you are in both, very temptatious.
I know I should not have
came too strong to drive you away.
Do not be turned off too quickly,
I will turn the blindfolds if the sun is in your eyes, girl.
I do not like to repeat, but at you
I would repeat 'I want you' over and again
from sun down until the moon is
through.




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My new cold-cat-cavern, it is freezing during the night and cool during the day. That is one of the roommate's dog: Bruno. He's size is half of my bike and peeks thru my door from time to time. I need a few shits to settle in, and something to chew on.

A lot is occurring, forcing me to change accordingly. I accept the change but I am not sure if it will accept me

ive been dreaming recently

you invaded my dreams smoothly
without my consent.
you are getting good at
it.
played a game you suggested: you chased me and i ran
around.
when you caught and pinned me down, you whispered
in my ear that you wanted to
i was interrupted by the sound and left you there
tried, but just could not go back to get you in time. in a
different situation, there you were;
it is wrong to think and obsess over you-
wanting what a body can not possess
i am not that lucky.
said you like pink and pull black pretty
swell. took my soul and left
my heart to sink.
i know everyone goes
any damn place they please;
even tho it is a short visit,
i never want it to end.
because i know i cannot see you
when i wake up.
wanting to be with
you,
i dream