I wake up to sun
pulling at my eyes,
like a worm yaked
from dirt to skies.

Kind and careful touches,
like hundreds of flies
dancing on my skin—
a pleasant suprise!

Kind wool beneath me,
wrapping me in thread
of a sheep who only trusted
and has since bled.

I wander to my home,
the path as long lost
as yesterday’s morning sun
buried under this ones’ frost.

Kind smiles greet me—
wheels thunder underfoot,
rolling into a town
thickly polluted with soot.

I smile deeply.
Live life as close to best,
I shall smile through it
like the knife through my chest.

They call me a special name.
They call me a meteorite,
and I know I can fly forever.

Deep to your soul
Why do you help?
Is it for your own gain?
Maybe for emotional wealth...

You lift others up
But do you get love?
You may not think you deserve it
Because you’re so above

Are you really yourself?
You haven’t been a Self in ages,
That all that’s left of yourself
Is on weathered written pages,

You discovered you were kind,
You made that your forefront.
But you realize people like that
And that you were a prize won,

That got swirled in your head,
That you were needed,
Always being used—
Your fields were seeded

The plants grew tall.
The plants of your egos
Because you were crucial,
And helped with all woes

You took their pain.
You took their burden.
But they took things too!
They stole your person.

the skies have eyes
and i’ve got paranoia,
i feel this sinking vibe
just like i’m in water.

no matter what i try
i’ve still got eyes for you,
and in my lies
i’m slowly sinking towards you.

“Shall we live—
just to see if we can?”

She grinned wickedly,
lips touching both ears.

She posed the question
as if I went by “Eve,”

And so I said “why not?”
then tried my hardest.

But alas,
she was nothing but a parasite.

books—
filled with bookmarks,
always line the shelves
of a dusty house...

It was the dropping hairs,
falling from your all-too-tight ponytail
that made me love you—
you and your mess.

how does your tongue
flutter as does a butterfly;
silent and wind carving—
yet unmistakable on the skyline...

facts don’t change
peoples minds.

stories do,

sunlight dancing in,
doing pirouettes on my sill,
i leave her trails of sugar
and she dances on still!!

warmth sauntering through,
lounging on the floor
and darting up the stairs
desperate for something more.

a breeze trickling through—
her hair a soft plume
of cold silver and blue,
just to match the moon.

I’m dangling.
I’ve been hanging
for so long
my arms don’t have
the strength
to carry on...
yet here I dangle.

we’ve been chasing the
forever setting sunlight
since it rose the once,

can we please rest now?
take a long seat in the moss..
get dissolved again

the hardest part
of loving you

is being myself

what to say
when words mean nothing
even to my own ears

though my blankets
touch me the same—
they will never be
as warm as you.

A mixture of ash and dust
floats down from ceiling.
From rusted chandelier to
stone.

He sits at the top
of a long hallway,
the tapestries guiding visitors to the
throne.

Greying sideburns, hand too weak
to do much as lift his key ring—
the keys that most define as a
sword.

He makes no eye contact
while you kneel on his dust,
more focused on how his wine is
poured.

Look upon your king
Despise if you must
He has overstayed his welcome

He lifts his head
Bones shuddering
Voice that makes any man feel his thirst

“Odiet dum metuant”

As Atlas rises above the world
He looks down
and kneels

As you enter the bottleneck
You give in to the flow
and yield

she winces
every time they kiss,
for fear of him...

being hurt

My apologies can never
be as loud as they should,
apparently I must die
to show I’ll never be good.

I can’t bear to watch
your coffin kiss the ground.  
I’m begging you, ring the bell—
please just make a sound

Ah, what a life for me!
Everything and nothing—
both to the extreme!

Always say hello
to the songbirds and honeybees;

You’ll never know when
they’ll say hello back.

Apparently i’ve been good in the world.

My hair ties don’t snap,
the soles are still on my shoes,
and my belt still fits—

I’d say karma’s being kind to me today.

Curiosity killed the cat,
at least that’s so they tell me,
but alas! the 22 to your catch—
he must die to meet his cell-mate

I'm so into you,
I could never be into
myself that way, too

claw from the ground,
make a stand,
and get crushed doing it
over again.

no matter how long
you fight as a beast
you inevitably
will die as a man

try and speak your love
in the common tongue
pull and shatter above
rain down songs unsung

the peach twinkles
from the windows above
put spots over my eyes,
so that i could look
straight at the sunset

soft and silent as snow,
rain coating your temples roof.

how i worship
the sweat on your brow...

then you kissed me with a heat
to melt the whole **** world.

I only really get like that for things i genuinely care about—
I don’t care about poetry,

but i do care about you.

And a lot of other people.
So when i speak genuinely it comes off that way

thank you cloudless sky
and moonlit night

So wonderful, so plush,
A warm like no other.
Wonder in your eyes,
Treat me as a mother.

I shook in the night,
A fear consumed me
But you laid on my chest
And grounded my minds’ flees.

I thought I felt hands
Grabbing my feet,
Silent tears hit my pillow
But you made me complete.

You thought You needed Me
You just wanted my hand.
Little did you know,
You did more than you could understand,

I stroked your back,
Buried my tears in your fur,
I felt your kind rubs
And was deafened by purrs.

I was still terrorized,
Still shaken to my core,
You built me a forcefield
While you just laid by me and snored.

Oh ancient traveler,
I will see you again.

One day when the sun
rotates around the earth,

Our paths shall cross again,
and I shall weep for the
end of all things.

soft as snow—
she kissed me,
with a heat to melt
the world twice over.

grey whips slash in circles
around where we stood,
face to face,

and when you reached up—
touched my cheek,
the tendrils stilled...

to see what all the commotion was about

it was me
who leg go—
and i’ll always wish
i held on just one...

just one more moment

I yearn for the days
of me sighing at the spider
way up on the ceiling,
and you commending his skill.

“Look how high he got!” you’d say,
big old grin on your face, soft hair in my hands,
with kind eyes locked on the spiders’ hair
that dangled boldly from the ceiling.  

We’d play a game.
Armed with cup and blank paper,
evenly matched—
in the race to catch the beast.

I’d watch you win each race.
The satisfying sound of the cup slapping drywall,
it still rings in my ears.
How tenderly you’d speak goodbyes on our porch.

Where the hell is my goodbye.

if it takes a bullet,
to stop your hurt—
then i shall take it
with pride

she is
the chill swept over
frail skin—

held dear to the summer,

the thrashing
of warm raindrops
and sand

known only to the bare—

warm throughout,
but the chill still
tickles her skin

while her blood simmers.

as the moon crests the horizon,
it lends its brightness
to the crystals of ice
dangling from the trees...

now is when the leaves fall
and are swept up by the wind,
only to fall again
with the flutter of butterflies

My love and your peace all drowned
Out by the sounds of the ocean and I know
I won’t climb your hill alone

Candle wax, renegades,
cigarettes, and lemonade.
Maybe it’s time to engage
in our ******* crusade?

Ink wells, stormy skies,
footsteps, little lies.
Revolution in her eyes,
our boats in harbor never tied.

Metal clangs, laying down,
boots soaked, name is drowned.
No longer pushed around
but too dead to make a sound

Join me in the woods.
We will walk halfway to death,
then turn and drift back.

why must i always
uncover the unknown—
is it not enough
to follow what i know?

or are you just
unknown to me?
incapable of showing
and preferring to leave.