For the first time,
I hold
and
I see you.

when death comes
it will not be the patient ground
that opens up to hold us

it will not be the restless sea
that reaches out to collect us

it will be the wind
that finally takes our names
spins and shakes them apart
tossing them into infinite sparks

are you accepting of this?
are you prepared for this?

the seasons wheel away
and so must we

Your such a cryptic lyric
A virus in my brain
You use me as shield
To deflect all of your pain.
Why can’t you accept
And sometimes take the blame
Why am I being manipulated
And left outside in the rain.
I cannot work you out
You love me then you hate
Im of to the kings arms
To have a drink
With my friendly mate.

i’d crack open
all the sunflower seeds
in the world for you

but what if
you were allergic
to sunflower seeds

I am sailing on
a sea of huge regret
still smiling
but nevertheless
navigating
badly
a sea
of huge regret.

I hear
her screams
of loneliness
love—
Faint and distant
but caught
in storm.

Venus cries softly,
Like two lovely doves—
Yet her voice
torn between
the dust of
abandon hell
and the
fallen silent stars
dancing across
the midnight skies,
where it shines
her beautiful scars.

I hear
Venus screams—
Her tears drop
like rain,
fear consume
Venus’s mind.
Her storms howl
louder than
Zeus’s thunder—
Yet left unchanged,
unheard.
Her heart,
still fresh—
Yet her soul,
almost left
for dead.

I hear her screams.
Venus burns—
Still, she waits...