i thought i thought it was time to write a poem...maybe i'd wait too long,

here a typewriter appeared

well then...

hello, i love you, the world goes round

i'll wake up tomorrow,

s'all good...

meena z. 

so, ive always said my spirit animal was a sloth. or maybe a cat. but definitely not a cuddlefish, although ;::

where the fuck is the autocorrect

typewriting is nostalgic,poetic and melancholic.

tiptaptiiptaptaaptap

i saw a bird on a 

railing

it looked at me

and asked why i left

"i don't know"

i said. "the mountaains were calling"

he looked at me.

he knew i lost the growth.

sometimes you need the

art of a city too.

fin.

there hasn't been another yeti'm not sure where they are

i miss the cold inviting rain

but not enough to leave the wild city

and i've been reading old books....

they only make the problem seem older

not more solvable

i was told once

about crowing hens 

and whistling women

i'm both now

but lay no eggs

i saw a maan i matched with on tinder in the park todayhe gave me his

yellow feltheart 

it looked like this:

/ )

-- )

i buried it

and cried.  

hi liv! poetry.

emojis on a typewriter ::0 - surprised 

:) - happy 

:( - sad 

:/- undecided 

;)-lazy eye 

@ @ U -cute animal thing 

she asked if i was bored no

i answered honestly, proudly 

she couldn't understand 

why i would pierce my ears 

but my managed masochism isn't about her 

it's for ----

they gild what i hear 

allowing everything 

to be ornamented 

before it enters my head 

so i only hear the good and beautiful parts 

of what ----

so that's all that is left 

no, i'm not bored 

i'm  selective 

no it's not trendy 

it's a collection

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

she tries to make her paper bird fly she doesn't know 

not yet

that it could 

if she had just made it a plane 

we all have our momentsand it's hard to tell 

when it's yours or his or hers 

what if this is your moment 

what if that's not a good thing

if we all have our moments 

and we al know that

then maybe forgiveness is closer than we think .

WordUpPoetA form of defeat, not rising

to Occasion,

Harsh words and misunderstandings

simply not saying what you meant

or doimg what your heart said...

shouldn't keep it to yourself

we've all been there, we all Feel

original sinnners its typical

Comtinual, hurting those close

and far away from you, a lapse of judgemment

Overreactions are cyclical, moments of

weakness, rage and jealous picture views

we all have our moments,

try to burn your ego in dethronement

and be component and ally to the

              Present Moment

wordup.poet

I've been doing that for years lt helps when youre not from "here"

a word that applies evewrywhere

alone in Amsterdam 

i drank beer 

and in Berlin

there are gardens of them 

for lent 

this year 

i gave up beer 

for 40 days and 40 nights 

i lived a beerless life 

and it was great

except for everytime 

i had to say no thanks

to a glass of local lager

but in Vilnius, LIlithuania 

i had to refuse the beer 

and instead 

Lena, the hostel owner 

made a "traditional vodka procedure"

and that was another kind home 

we reconciled the issues between Lithuania and Poland 

and chose

vodka 

i learned a lot 

from giving up beer 

seeing homes in beerooh dear... are you

Jessie and Evan ate pizza and it was mediorce at best.but the beer was pretty good and it was from the Bronx.  

birds make houses in treesmy friends make houses in me 

i often wonder why we often wonder why we seek homes in people's arms

when it is impermanent

tenants in friendship

seeing homes 

because

we dont have our own

like our parents did 

or at least it seemed like that 

when we were kids

they had a fireplace and a family 

but i have friendship and poetry 

and it feels like the same thing 

when i dont think about it too much 

or if i think about it way too much

like death 

or 

how things used to be 

until i relearned them as memories 

dont start againadd to it

we are sitting in the parka striped boy kicks in the park

with his impossibly good looking dad

a woman photographs me

i told her that's my bad side

she giggled but it's true 

it's good to know your flaws

as long as you know your attributes

I am hungovera punishment for last night

repeat tomorrow