Biography of Hnor Shoom
My girl friend wanted a nose job. So I tried.. But er nostrils weren't big enough.
Hnor Shoom Poems
Grabbing onto thin air, hoping to suck in every molecule and make beauty of it. Your knees on my shoulders, crushing me down to the ground, as I crawl towards you shattered and disgraced.
It was not the like the moon wasnt red enough, Darker than the shades of your eyelids. Looking down on the naked.
The Us Now
THEN: The night you went around telling people we were soul mates. You dragged me by my ecstasy and made your way through unfamiliar faces. You walked up to complete strangers in an attempt to be what we can never be around the proverbial.
The taste of her coffee and music was all he remembered of her. He kept her sixteen year old heart in a box that was blue and black. Soulmates are not always lovers. And being cold was the only way she could stop her heart from melting.
It was not the like the moon wasnt red enough,
Darker than the shades of your eyelids.
Looking down on the naked.
Hungry and wet,
We waited for our turns.
In and out of my hands like falling ice cream.
My mind ignoring the halo,
My fingers disobeying physics.