Into The Next Void

The future is like a void in which that what it contains is unknown and frightening to us.

Do not be afraid to turn the page into the next chapter.

Time waits for nothing and no one.

Time only measures the circumstances of your environment and space at any given moment.

The future is patiently awaiting for you to leap

into

the

next

void.

Celestial Jaw

Your lips are like a cloud. Soft and dreamy because is it even possible to lay on a cloud? 

Like resting in nebulosity of the white puff, it feels nearly unbelievable when my lips land on yours.

Like the very humidity evaporated within the fluffy layers of marshmallow-white walls of relief, they moisturize my soul toward a state of impassioned trembling.

And when this cloud becomes too heavy with precipitation, it will drizzle drops of anticipation.

The rain doesn’t pick up slowly but rushes in with the speed of a thousand freshly cooling dessert winds in the midst of a chilly night.

Swarms of quick, heavy drops form a windy, icy storm to awaken all the senses of any individual caught in the middle of this natural disaster. 

Yet with every single sense taking full effect of your mind and body, the misty, drenched rush makes it hard to identify.

Too captivated being completely consumed by the celestial jaws of the cosmos.

But when the storm is at bay and the clouds blow away, you can experience a recollection of the sensations stimulated by the downpour.

Afterward you can smell the soothing calmness following the storm brushing past your olfactory nerves.

You can taste the cool breath of the lightning, sparks flying across your tongue. 

You can feel the cotton soft comfort from the security offered after being blanketed by the hazy white and gray obscurity.

You can hear the soothing drops as they lighten and soften their once tremendous pouring, drip, drip, dropping on puddles galore.

And you can see the beauty cast by the sun shining through the clouds as they move farther in the distance, dissipating with each heavy drop released.

When that tranquility sets in, it feels like home.

A Barrage of Debt

Is this what I toiled and troubled for?
To embarrassingly walk down
with unfamiliar faces adorned
in square, tassled hats topping their gown.

Decorous enough to fit a judge,
ribboned paper gravels on our palms.
We pose for pictures without a budge.
The fair-weathered day at pleasant calm.

Contrary to the grim stress that comes
from restless lost students, terrified
of their means not equaling their sums.
Academically flourished but economically petrified.

Does being here somehow prove our worth?
Whose to say who will be the first
to reach a state of utter bliss?
After the ceremonies, we all come home to our desolation.

Poison & Venom

A Poem of a Dangerous Yearning by Analiz Jee


If you bite it and you die, it is poisonous.
If it bites you and you die, it is venomous.
You are the only substance I have ever encountered to be both.
You are in my veins
and I
want
you
out.