missed encounter // a missed encounter is never summing up the courage to ask someone out a missed encounter is wanting to go for it but having your doubts a missed encounter is overthinking what you could do than doing it now.
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missed encounter // a missed encounter is never summing up the courage to ask someone out a missed encounter is wanting to go for it but having your doubts a missed encounter is overthinking what you could do than doing it now.
Body Odor performed at the LPC Poetry Club, 2015 i think..
1st. Machu Picchu, Peru 2nd. Lima, Peru
what i want //
I don’t want you back, I just want you to love me again, I don’t want to visit you, I’d rather travel instead.
It’s unlikely I see an ending with you, but I’m just looking for closure. If I’m lucky and everything else is alright, maybe we’ll open up to each other again.
But opening up is something I don’t want neither, I’d love to be intimate, the way our bodies have been craving since we first met, on the fucking internet. I’ve done my part being romantic, but how ironic because I’m speaking so poetic.
I want constant communication, even though it nearly takes you a week to hit me back I want visual love, the kind that teases me on snapchat. I want a feeling thats been forgotten for too long, like a quiet and invisible path.
I’m so glad I missed that phone call, because now I can hear your voice again, even though you were drunk and I was gone, it seemed that you couldn’t get me out of your head.
Maybe I just want to feel your love again, because I felt like there was happiness in my heart, or maybe I want to eat you out, until death do us part.
The Fisherman // There was a man seated on a bucket, casting his line into the creek near the street. It was early in the morning yet I wonder how long he's been there. I noticed birds wandering around him, they must be really friendly I thought. Most of these birds were big and tall, crane or stork-looking type, at least in my eyes they were. However, it seemed too suspicious that there were a small flock within his vicinity. Looking back at the fisherman, I realize his line was caught, he started to reel in the fish and some birds took notice and started to creep closer to the man. He finally pulled out a fish for a patient moment, unhooked it from his rod and tossed it to the nearby crowd of feathers eagerly waiting for their breakfast. I wonder how often this man does this, an act of love I would call it, anything with food should be out of love, a physical embodiment of something we can consume, given to us by another or even made for ourselves. It was the most peaceful thing I've witnessed, where "Fishing is like yoga, but I get to kill something." Sometimes meditating on the floor is peaceful, other times feeding wild birds early in the morning is another form of peace from within. I thought to myself, I want to be like that man one day. But I have no fishing rod, the river has been dried up, and the birds have all flown south.
Street views in Asakusa.
It’s crazy to see my work finally published. I’ve worked so hard these past two years on my poetry and this validates that effort.
An Apartment in LA #minolta #film #35mm #photography
The Difference between a Lover and a Fighter // I've noticed two kinds of people, there is the lover, and there is the fighter. Now ironically, one fights for love and the other loves to fight. Both share the same passion which drives them to live on with their lives. However, in the end, is it the one who loves or the one who fights that survives?
Poem for my Cousin in Rehab. Full. Las Positas College 2016
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some casual candids in oakland, ca
First time // Now when we meet each other for the first time, I know that we will lock eyes, at the very moment I step outside, from the airport where I arrive, under a clear sunset sky because I prefer the warm orange light, which would match the candles I set tonight. It would be your favorite scent, Lavender, also the same color of your lingerie set. We'll have our fun, but not just yet. Let's finish getting ready, take off that bathrobe and start looking pretty. while I turn around, and prepare myself wearing a suit and tie so I don't look like hell. We would go out for dinner, create some tension with our fingers, always helps to wash down food with some liquor, and then we leave with an uber. Stumbling drunk to get into our room, but it's hard opening the door when I can't keep my hands off you, while you're pushing me to the floor. Now when we make love for the first time, This will be something new, not new as in I don't know what to do, but new as in what can I do to you. Just tell me how you like it fast or slow, we can get in rhythm, and increase the tempo. Show me where to bite, or what to choke, My hands like to grab what they can, just imagine me holding on and never letting go, then you'll like to get on top, and show what you got, keep going until I say don't stop. Then collapse on me to take a break, I can sense every part of your body start to shake, only for a moment and then we go again. We'll feel our galaxies collide, see us explode each others minds, then fall asleep in each others arms for a night. Then wake up to the sunrise, while looking out at the view, then notice inside the hotel that, A tornado flew around our room My God look at the mess we've made but we'll remember our hello's, forget our goodbyes, and see each other until a second time.
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155 // For an uber ride, just to see me for the night, I tend to keep distant, and she always hates the distance. We try to figure out what our love meant, but that gets lost in nail marks and neck kisses. She spent $155 on me for barely 12 hours, I don't even think I'm worth that much if anything. She loves the raw feeling, and who am I to say no to the opportunity. But oh my god, she really speant $155 of her own money, just to see me.
Episode 3 with Alby!
Producing a radio show this semester
Excited to start a new project this year. I'll keep you guys updated. You might have an opportunity to call in and schedule an interview where we can talk about random shit. Either way we'll make something work.