A slight chill ran down my spine
As I walked into the school bathroom
I looked down and try to walk in a line
But a feeling went over me

The bathroom walls said words
I'm not allowed to repeat here
That was no one. No jocks or nerds
It was just my teenage self

The floors were sticky with god-knows what
And the near-invisible smell of vapes
I know I was alone here, but
In a school this old, I never was

I heard there was a ghost in here
I think his name was Adam
As in the sinner, like a queer(footnote)
He's rumoured to whisper things

"I was once like Y'all"
Everyone said he growled
"Thinking I was so proud and tall"
There was always a slight giggle after

"Oh, but I guess since I'm a sinner,
His voice, was he here? So cold as ice
"Yeah, kid, Not everyone gets to be a winner"
I felt my breath in my throat

In the mirror, well, now a of Yore
There was a boy. Almost like me
A group of jocks chant "*** *****"

The boy, with hair of tree bark
And his eyes, though fearful, a bluebird
He tried to call. A joke scowls, "Shut it, Narc"
And red fell from the boy. More than ever

He fell. Fell like he had never breathed
The boy was stuffed in the closet, as always
A hunter's pocket knife was unsheathed
And class went on as normal

I saw, I saw it all in the mirror
Like it was me. Was it me?
And I heard his voice clearer
"Turn around. I know you want to"

Adam's brown hair and blue eyes
Looked back at me. A ghost of past
His hair, still barks. His eyes still skies
He was so close, but there was...something

A sadness that always came with blue
That seems to go hand-in-hand with Adam
And I saw 3 lines on his neck, and the shape clicked
A triangle. A blood pink triangle on Adam's neck

And an idea struck me like a train
Is this real?. As real as the sticky floors
A boy named Adam felt that pain here?
Or was that just the writings on the bathroom wall?

A kingdom made of Sand
It runs through your fingers
Try harder, it won't land
A silver platter is being cleaned

You're head will be on a stake
All your haters will storm
They will hurt, steal, and break
What will your ghost do?

Your head is in a straw basket
You were too weak
Left without a casket
How tragic you must be

The phone rings
The chair scratches
The sink runs

The mirror reflects
The hat is worn
The Earth spins
The ball rolls

The Cerulean ocean smiles
And so did the siren at my feet
So did the lover near the shore
Their singing-sick voice spoke

"Come to the water"
As he whispered like a tempter
He whispered like a snake
His tail splashed the water

His image flickered for a second
Once, a perfect angel, then a devil
A perfect angel, then a devil
His spell was working

My legs moved before my brain
Like I was in the grasp of love
I was in the grasp of love
I'm a hopeless romantic

My feet touched the water
Almost in the Ocean blue
In the Ocean blue
So close to my...lover?

I remember the blood
Spilt from a friend
dripping from his mouth
dripping from his body

He seems almost happy
Happy like a clown
The war was finally over
He was going to get kissed

He was too young
To have been kissed by flesh
The war took many
First kisses often with bone

He looked at me, blue eyes
His blue eyes reflecting
"You look like a *****"
His jokes never get a break

I gripped his red shirt
But he tugged me away
"You don't understand"
He just rolled his eyes

"I understand enough"
His speech almost a ****** cough
Before his eyes went glassy
And his smile faded

Another Youth
Another number
Another death
Another friend

I saw that split Maroon
All over your Royal cloth
But not that of wine or grapes
But of a betrayal beyond imagination

You never deserved this.
Only a select few do
Who knew you'd end
Like that of the rose

Or maybe that of apples
That hangs on The tree
The tree you were
never meant to see

You were evil, oh tyrant
but you helped us all
So did you deserve this?
Was it meant to happen?

If you were just another person
Hanging around in the streets
Would you have been murdered too?
This time, would anybody care?

So, soak in your cloth
And meet your god
I'll stay down on earth
And walk paths unknown to you

The sky was a slate
As I walked alone
Perhaps heaven, too,
Felt the guilt
That comes with noise

My ears are like soda bottles
And my heart feels stabbed
I'm just a teen, barely 16
But now I run. Run far away
Farther than guilt can run

Perhaps Ole Rømer lied
Light wasn't the fastest thing
It was a deep guilt
That only came with a  shot
Louder than screams

My life is ruined
But at least I have one
Now I leave my world behind
And sing a song of lonesome
Goodbye. A life I once knew

A hot old pipe rested in the old  sailor’s mouth
As he overlooked the sea, salt air
The wind in his blue eyes and his gray hair
He had seen many a storm in his time
But each one of them had a different rhyme
Like that of an old  sailor’s song

He sang of Sirens, with bodies of ocean
And of the monsters that lurked in the deep
With all the sunken boats they were to keep
And the skeleton of a siren of sand
With soft lips, and  softer hands
A  sailor by the name of Lars

But Lars was nothing but a memory
A candle that had gone out for the night
Or a brave old soldier in his last fight
But most of all, he was but a minx
Something as mysterious as a sphinx
This is about the sailor, isn’t it?

This old  sailor with leather hands
It was a book with stories that filled pages
Some that brought joy and others that rages
Some of it was fake as unicorns or lies
Others that were true, like the sea and skies
How can you tell a lie from your eyes?

This story starts long ago, before many know
The old  sailor was a young man
His hair was smooth and his skin was tan
His parents wanted him to be a scholar
But his ambitions grew taller and taller
His ambition to see the water in full

The S.S. Enola smelled of *** and men
A few had cards, others with books
Many had nets and hooks
“There seems to be a singer”
Some said, nodding towards the wringer
So the S.S. Enola hides under the deck


The young  sailor tries to cover his ears
But he heard lyrics of such sin and lust
Of bodies you could never quite trust
But he saw it before his very eyes
As if the devil, himself in disguise
The young  sailor felt a pit in his gut

A pit like that of a ripe  peach
The sprays sweet juice when you eat
Who in the earth needed to be neat?
When a face of soft peach fuzz was here
The young  sailor was wet, not of tears
Was this hell gripping him by the neck?

“My name is Lars” The beauty said.
The young  sailor stared for too long
The voice was like an all too known song
Of love that kept giving with a tock
The tics and tocks of a wooden clock
Of a love that was forbidden

The young  sailor felt heat and desire
As a loose red cloth around naked shoulders
That made the young  sailor’s heart a boulder
But not the shoulders that were soft and round
The ones of his fellow sailors, hard and sea-bound
Ones of men, perhaps just like him

Lars just smiled and the young  sailor gasped
“You must be a siren, a trickster of desire”
The young  sailor felt like a wildfire
The other sailors heard and crowded Lars
Stripping his clothes as if showing scars
There wasn’t any scale nor a fin

But, they grabbed Lars by the ankles
And dragged him to the deck
They grabbed him by the neck
There was a beg and a plea for life
That’s when the captain pulled out a knife
And then that Lars was no more



He was thrown over deck like rotten food
His body sank without a worry
And the young  sailor wasn’t in a hurry
He could have saved the man known as Lars
He never had to join those tragic Greek stars
Lars could have been his to touch

But that’s not what happened
And it never, ever can be
How much of this story was just me?
I can’t tell you. Even if I were dead and cut
You could never tell me, but
the young sailor’s life goes something like this

A hot old pipe rested in the old  sailor’s mouth
As he overlooked the sea, that salt air
The wind in his blue eyes and his gray hair
He had seen many a storm in his time
But each one of them had a different rhyme
Like that of an old  sailor’s song

Faceless angels fall
You and I see
They scream and call
No god answers


They're bare
They're faceless
Only white hair
With creamy skin


They Glided
Or they ran
Grace is confided
Never in or out


They got thin
And start to slow
Did they sin?
Was death a punishment?


Death was the end
Or was it the start?
No matter what I send
You'll never see angels

There used to be 7 sisters
They love to dance and sing
There were close, even as kids
They would play and swing


Their names were many
But let's start with the first
Phaedra, the sister of strength
She was never easy to coerce


Then there was the second
Luna, sister of dance
Every night by the fire
The others saw her prance


This girl was just as great
Estella, sister of song
When she sung
Everyone sang along


Now with the 4th
Ilta, sister of art
People would see her work
And feel it deep in their heart


The 5th is the next
Ayla, sister of story
Full of joy and pain
Always end in glory


6 was always around
Diana, sister of care
If someone was sick
She'd be there


But the last one is hard
For both you and me
Eira, girl of nothing
Yeah, the others are surprised too



She tried to move
But would fall
She tried to sing
But it always hit a wall


Eira tried to be like the others
But she felt small and shy
So while the others were asleep
She hid in the sky



The 6 sisters woke up
And looked and tried
But after years of searching
They began to cry



But little do they know
Eira was great
She was watching the others
Changing the star's fate


Eira isn't mad
But sad and hurt
Maybe one day
She'll leave her yurt


And dance with her sisters
Like she was born to do
Because they love each other
All the way, through and through

I see him dancing
Like hell's flames
Oh, those candy lips
Never leave

Like hell's flames
The devil of love
Never leave
I couldn't bear it

The devil of love
If I ever lost those lips
I couldn't bear it
Hold me in your pyre

I see him dancing
Hair of smoke
Oh, those candy lips
Come to me

I press myself to the prismatic Stained-glass

For my cupid's ***** beats like a drum

The choir sang as birds do in June

And God watches like a shadow



If your love is a sin, call me Adam

I wish to see your blue flame eyes

Against ivory whites like Glaciers

You're my siren of the land



You dance through our letters

Like a lonesome ghost of Wilde

I see your body like the sun

Kiss me. Feel my velvet song



Kiss me till I forget the air

Touch me till I feel magma

If hell is destined for me

So let it be. As long as I feel you



Oscula me, stulte

Like you mean it dearly

I know you're scared

I would be too

I'm here for you

Little Starboy, little starboy



You watch the people

The love you yearn

The languages you learn

Little starboy, little starboy



They might never be ready

You might make the scared

Would they know if you cared

Little starboy, little starboy



Soon, it will change

You'll meet a boy

He'll bring you joy

Little starboy, little starboy



His name is David

He will sing like a god

Some will think he's odd

Little starboy, little starboy





He will write songs

And love you

More than I do

Little starboy, little starboy

Covered in dirt and smiling

That was the summer we spent as young boys

We thought we owned the woods

And would get cuts and bruises

before sleeping in our beds by the end of the day



As we got older, the heat became common

When we were alone,  I felt the summer come back

And I'd see your summer eyes

And your summer hair and that summer laugh

Your dad gave us one hell of a beating when he saw

But we ran and ran and ran in the rain

Before we fall asleep in my bed





When we got to the end of teenagehood, you started to change

I could smell the smoke in your hair

and taste the liquor on your lips

Your father and you began to blur

You started to hit and break, and yell

But I'd known you forever, so I stayed



It never got better. You started to become him

One day, when you were at work, I met a man

He, too, has summer eyes

And summer hair and that summer laugh

When we got caught, you gave me one hell of a beating



That night, we slept together in a vampire's bed





Why did we ever leave those summer days?