k.en voir

I write in gaps of inspiration and ground zero.

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5 word definition of a writer

fearless

to the

unimaginable

unknown

- k. en voir

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maybe it's a yes definitely

maybe you're warm,

like a dimly lit lamp at the dark of my closet

like a fine tuned blower for a hair that's wet

like a dreamy reddish sun waiting to set

maybe you're warm,

or is it your hug that feels like home?

or as simple as your grey hoodie with your scent

and fiery as the blades of your shoulder, the soft of your cheeks, and the crook of your neck;

or maybe it's your hands,

my hands in yours,

your kiss, your lips,

your heart, your all -

maybe you're warm,

or we do feel like fire,

like a chemistry test

we never know the formula

we never know the substances

we just balance in this world of complex equations

these beautiful emotions we feel when we're alive and free from the nuisances

maybe you're warm,

sometimes i tease you move like a worm

sometimes you're steady like a plant

either ways you still feel like a ray of sunshine

on a gloomy storm

maybe you're warm,

how you melt anyone

be it your laugh, your jokes

the love light in your eyes

the heat in your smile

how you make anyone lean on

look forward, race, crave -

fight for your attention

how you make the room go round,

crazier, madly spinning -

you are a delight to be around

maybe you're warm,

or maybe it's cold here

and i miss you -

your warmth

your comfort

your strength

maybe you're warm,

or i just love you

the way you are

in all the little things and

of bits and pieces

maybe you're warm,

no, it's a yes definitely

or maybe -

just maybe,

that's just how i feel

when you're near.

- k. en voir

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favorite playlist

you sound and feel like jazz,

easy listening -

adorn with a cup of hot coffee,

together with the birds chirping,

i sing to you:

"mornings, you, beautiful -

how do you glow so radiant?

have you seen yourself lately?

if you've been meaning not to,

you are wrong dear -

the light looks great on you"

alone together with these haze of lazy thoughts

how about we play this next track for a while?

something with a guitar and goes country like this:

"let's make the break of the dawn jealous

live up to this last chance, hold hands,

linger the heavy stares a little longer

let's not go home, let's not go home"

make this day a classic history

forget the grunge rock of reality

the hardcore metal of what should be

pursue the highs and lyrics of our

own misadventure story

"enveloping shivers on my spine

constricting gasp of my breath

dancing to the landscape of plateau

i can't hold my accord any longer -

start journeying the perils of this terrain"

even when the sun sets on our shy resort

begin the next day on a tune of

alternative different note

"we are not here to chase time

but to be the only time that matters

as soon as we start, you and i"

so press rewind and play;

the rhythm and blues of your cozy embraces, the soul of your touches, the pop of these heart beats at the lightest of your kisses -

because whatever type of music, whatever mood this might be,

i never wanted this song to end.

- k. en voir

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if i say it, maybe i do (drop that trust issue)

if i say you're special,

i don't mean "you are a martian"

a deranged one, migrated from another planet

doing things - making me question the little things

"are you for real?" "what's your deal?" "when i'm with you, it's chill - why do you make me feel?"

if i say you're special,

maybe it's because you are -

an out of this world non-hominoid simian,

an alien UFO mistaken as a tall human,

you are, you are

though extraterrestrial-

an only to me.

if i say i miss you,

time might be out of stock

it's a drag, phone slipping out of hand,

eyelids getting heavy -

you gotta sleep in 5,

can i buy more minutes with you?

if you give me one, i'll take the chance

to say thank you - domou arigatou!

thank you for always ending my day

you're like my day ender

in a good way -

that sounds wrong but you get it right?

to morning hello's until the night sleep tight's

i just can't imagine not cascading my day to day's

even if i'm with you almost every day -

you're like my person.. al journal, only human (?), and who responds;

if i say i miss you,

always, yes i do -

when you are and not around.

if i say i love you,

it's nothing too complex, nothing too fancy, spectacular, or grand, really -

it just simply meant you are in some ways life-value adding, overall positive and endearing;

for you make my memory sharper -

as i remember to steal your favorite carton milk after a long dreadful meeting,

as i remember to take out the shrimps you are or maybe not allergic to (who knows),

as i remember you prefer hugs more than kisses but i might still bombard you with both,

as i remember to always remember you in things you remind me of -

like a picture of a baby chimpanzee or a green wide-eyed slimy creature :-)

you remind me of morning rush, noon after-lunch tea cravings, and evening 3 more minutes almost home -

you are in the gaps of all in between

if i say i love you,

it's not just all these words,

it's all cramped up in this tiny pill of happy medicine;

if i say it,

i do.

- k. en voir

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i love how serene the moon is (and you)

you remind me of a beautiful sundown;

stunning as the flame of the orange sky is gradually enveloped by the dismal blue

the whisper of the wind is gentle yet steady

like the way you hold is tight and florescence

and the way you kiss is pure and ever so ambient

you take me to a level of equilibrium;

you alight the world's weight

you align the life's labyrinth

with your enamel eyes and teasing hint of a smile

you radiate a warmth that illuminates a heart of enigmatic, stupefy a mind of stubborn, and dazzle a lonesome with your wit and charms

you make of any day's a leisure;

whether be it under the heat of a glaring sun,

a throw down in the cold rains or a

a sleepy walk in the park;

it's a delight,

a breath of fresh air

a garden tour of lilac roses -

whenever i'm with you

and your hand's on mine

you sing lovely, highs and low in indigo;

your voice is resonating -

like the cool waves of a cerulean ocean

its color deep and rich -

enamored, you are ceaseless of stellar

you are my system's nemesis;

somehow a bad intake for the health

hearts are terrified to beat,

because you make one down and weak

you are my hope of everlast;

you may always be on the run

along with your shaken vivid nights

i might be frantic to instill my name

but time is of the limit -

so i wish in every stars of 88 constellations

to have more time with you.

- k. en voir

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if symptoms persist, kiss me

you're my monday morning mix of madness and peace

supposed to be in rush but you're a mess of tangled hair and crumpled sheets,

5 more minutes to sit and contemplate about all and anything please,

and now you're ten times late,

sipping the coffee slow and great;

you zero progress in your daily AM routine

and much has been said,

as you lay your shoulder bare of golden skin

you glow in the sunrise beam

and when i fully breathe you in;

i know another colorful week with you begins

you're my tuesday trainwreck of do-it-yourself clumsy ways

i'll never get over your confidently awkward phase,

as you spit and stutter words of jargon phrase

i will still forever melt in your embrace

you're my wednesday warzone and bliss

you always lose in our game of diss

you are as clueless as a missing puzzle piece

no matter your weird quirks and antics,

i will always be here to complete and fix

you're my thursday spontaneous getaways and how we got here

a collection of poorly drawn mammals, you're my personal UFO i-miss-you sticky notes, undedicated songs and badly rhymed written poems

a diary of our friendship and more

you are always more

you're my friday impatiently patient waiting by the couch office cozy and with a hard gaze

you'd greet me with my favorite eyebrow raise

you listen to my cluttered ideas and my work-rant balance days

and as you trap me by your arms,

an effortless kiss on the forehead,

you wash off the blues and dash and pints of missing you away

you're my weekend longing and sensible escape,

to morning sleep-ins and ambush calls;

you sing to me incomplete and i write to you in milk and sugar coated ink;

you are probably unaware

but you pick me up in pieces and even if i steal some of your kisses,

you love my annoying, my clingy, my moody anger, and my secrets

and with that,

i'm bound and whipped deep,

you win me over and over again.

- k.en voir

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of spilt soup and stale jokes

this is not a warm up vocalization nor a high key singing spree, not an audition to be an idol and not even a casting of glee;

but your high-pitched voice is just A+ perfect

as you unceremoniously drop the veggie soup and spill the sticky contents all over someone's shoe,

as you soprano scream to this scary film and use as a weapon of shield this poor unknown person next to you,

as you achieve that high note in a song and you do this happy dance and smile as bright as the color palette's hue,

as you laugh in vibrato;

in all the bits of things, little to nothing and to no end everything -

your eyes missing, face contouring into crinkly amazing -

sweet and hearty - like the sound of the angels above heavenly sing,

some ice hearts are put to rest;

like an avalanche, you melt and turn them into soft and pulpy goo.

this is not a lesson on the solar system nor the discovery of hidden asteroids, rocky frozen objects, and comets;

it's just a question of bizarre,

like why the saturn ring spins on reverse -

and how fast that vast flowery space brain of yours calculate those one-liner play of words?

sometimes just a little cringe worthy

sometimes completely unaligned

sometimes totally alienated

but always best unexpected -

that you still manage to crack and make stoic strangers shake and flee a smile or two,

that you still manage to make those reckless fools leap without a look and fall into the chasm that is you,

countless times they scold themselves

even if they try and resist

all the plot twists, turn of events, spur of the moments -

why is anyone always weak when it comes to you?

you're like a walking warning label

you make one don't go by rules

you are in some ways bad and every sense of the word good in this mad world,

you are a glance of hope

a silver sparkle heart of gold

in this planet of organized chaos

for we only live once and freely

let's be happy and go lucky

every breath matters

every second counts

seize the day

life is too short

and that someone,

the poor unknown,

the icy hearts,

stoic strangers,

reckless fools,

anyone knows -

they all know why,

it's like the universe has conspired against us,

because i know -

time stops when i'm with you.

- k. en voir

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to my out of this world non-hominoid simian

you wore a varsity yellow shirt stained of yesterday's haze and playful menace that night -

with a caramel smile and bubble-wrapped humor,

your giggle reverberated in between lines of my badly sung songs and mad drops of rain outdoors

with little to no care and not even a warning sign

you got this pull to orbit, circulate, and cosmic dance until our worlds align -

like a monkey glee carefree swinging by the branches of the trees -

whistling out of tune, buzzing like glad hydrated bees, repeating an unforgetful hymn;

singing a bad case of a broken record refrain

(or could it be just a feeling, just a feeling?)

you make enclosed hearts full of mystery say that prayer again -

like how you stun and turn busy heads by the pavements

with just your pure coloured mind,

you make a cold street alight and meet ends

it's a circus whirlwind of an honest statement,

but your eyes - everything has been said,

though i'd like to think of them as a glassy pool of milk malted chocolate cereal at 3am

your nose - a puffy alive little breathing thing, can i please take a spoonful bite of?

your lips - a hint of chappy pinkish tint but it could make a marsmallowy cotton candy soft pillow jealous

your hands - are every bit of tropical places to explore, always warm and zealous

and your heart - the highlight core, greatest of it all, full of nightsky wonder

so i ask;

how did you make dead beats follow the rhythm?

how did you make a stagnant river free flow and burst into the seam?

how did you make the gloom and grey days over?

how did you make a stonehenge turn into a lover?

how did you fit the sun, the moon, the sugar and spice, and everything nice into you? (it's from a cartoon, somewhere)

could there be a scientific answer here?

or it could be just you,

you're just you

the all-in kind,

crazy strange on the edge,

ever beautiful

you

(...and maybe there's this tiny reason that I love you)

- k. en voir

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The onslaught of this feeling caught me off guard. A welcome mix of danger and inspiration.

when you smile, a sweet serene song autoplays by k. en voir

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stolen cupid's arrow and geography notes

there are so many places i want to take you,

twenty seven floors down while you’re off to smoke, and i pretend i have somewhere to go – only to follow the static clouds of gray you exhale.

into the coffee shop you frequent and i long to find out how you like it brewed, cold, a tiny hint of sweet, i’ll memorize you in detail.

in the stillness of a four cornered room where you dance with the night stars and neon hazed lights, and I’ll stare blatantly all day at your tattoos.

on the blank spaces of your unfinished book, in your words, your mind, your heart, i’ll understand the depths of your clutter.

in a journey to the almost empty fridge with only one can of beer left, and i wish to have a small sip of your soul.

in the bar filled with grunge rhythm sounds and blues, a crowded dark place where it’s just you and i, the music, the hype.

into the life i desire, i dream about when i’m waking up, working hours, staring into the lengths of beyond. i drive myself insane, unfocused, unguarded, unstable.

foolish, in all sorts of ways.

there are so many places i want to take you,

right now all i could think is i want to take you home.

- k. en voir

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flight of blindfolded doves

out of the blue ashes in your eyes, i feigned warmth, i crept up a smile so blissful, so deceitful, but i mean you no harm. home is where the heart is; yet i'm secluded to an unknown place in a stranger, i feel guarded. over the times i asked and wondered, where did it all go wrong? my heart unbothered beatless to the fiery of yours words stuck and left unsaid chapterless and blank, incoherent, nothing to say. maybe this is a nightmare i plan not to wake up to, seeing you by my side in a sunrise beam, you blindedly adore. the sickening glances of awe, your hand of steel protecting me, the devotion, the affection every one wishes they have, simply a perfection. ask no more, it's all mine, a dream i barely remembered. we are trapped in this game of emotions, an everlasting prison. i, forever, will no longer be glad a feeling of poison an early death of my full-- empty heart. - k. en voir

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repeat to fade

and then little did we know time overtook; the birds continued singing the skies kept on changing as we flow, as you go you pass by my mind in a blur wearing the old smile the warm words you said the jokes you meant i never noticed how i think of you in the most loneliest part of the night; but never in my waking life, in an anticipated daydream and comfortable sleep, never once again.

you took them all away my memory of nothing but the possibility you bid goodbye to every chance and that’s how you lost, you lost me.

- k. en voir

[words-of-emotion]

Intelligence in school is measured by how much you can absorb and regurgitate within a certain amount of time.

Unknown (via words-of-emotion)

 (via words-of-emotion)

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queue

i will wait until we're ready until we both know until we both feel until nothing's changing until you realize until i could admit until it is right until we could be until there's a chance until we are until we do until we die. - k.en voir

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sad romantic hopeless

people often see her as a sad little girl who knows too much about love from books and poetry with her art full of deep signs from the past scars still recovering, unhealed every night she wishes for the sound of the rain as she drinks a cup of cold coffee and dreams about being somewhere else – alone with the only star that keeps her shining she is a believer of soulmates and bestfriends who fall with each other she is a storyteller of wonderland and paradise – same goes with chaos, ruins, and beautiful disasters she is a porcelain heart she’ll make you never wanna break her

people often see her as a sad little girl who gives her all for love.

and they're right.

- k.en voir

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bedwar

love is your eyes wanting to surrender yet still firing bulletless guns on this warzone -- waiting for your next reply. - k.en voir

[kushandwisdom]

How I wish my Mom could live forever.

- Unknown (via thelovenotebook)