Invisible in your eyes
I see the reflection of no one
as I glide by.
No one notices
Life inexplicably forgets me.
Invisibility is my lover
I need to run away
Run towards something
That something is Unforgettable.
I will scream my presence.

The world
Will
Hear.

Just Wait..

Constant flow,
Diving in and away,
A short stay someplace new,
Everytime

And then it feels,
Like the time is correct,
To change the old order,
Allow to unforget,
The most unfair ******

The right moon to pray,
To have my visions returned,
During the day, anyway,
Only my mask gets burnt

As if my words were heard,
I recall but one place,
Slice open the vein, in blood,
There's some of your taste

One cannot just agree,
That it was horrible,
It is never difficult,
We do what's impossible

Candle on the river Lethe
lead on to the untamed plains
where man will be refracted
in the spectrum of
infinity

forgotten in the rainbowed
folds of alternatively
real light

the bow
its name life
its work death
works unsung
if we unforget

I miss you so much Askim…

I miss your friendship most of all. I miss my Ikizim. Are we really going to go through the rest of our lives without our Ikizim? Really baby?

I know we can’t talk… I know he wouldn’t allow it. It’s pretty ****** tbh… but I respect that. **** me, I’ve caused enough tears for one lifetime. For that, I apologise.
The last thing I’ll ever do is complicate your life again. I’m just sitting here silently. This is my only outlet. So please forgive me for writing. Not that you read it anyway.

I never expected to meet Ikizim. It’s just not possible to unforget. I just can’t unforget you.

Ikizim **

Somehow, time always finds a way to seem smaller when you're counting it in reverse. And the days fall short of the hours, as the hours do the minutes, as the minutes do the seconds, and as I do along side the rate of my heart beat, when your eyes meet mine. And in this moment, when the hands on my watch are moving counter clockwise, you can see right through me. And beyond whatever this is that I am existent in, is more than these bones were designed for. The hands on the clock are stuck in the shape of a question mark and they weren't programmed to sing their song when midnight arrives. I wasn't programmed to pace myself for when midnight arrived. By now the time has disguised itself as a wizard of a slow form of magic, kissing my lips, and making promises for tomorrow although tomorrow had come and gone. And when I asked how I knew when it was time to part I heard time tell me that I could stay, as long as I wished. And so I wished I could stay for a lifetime, until the sun collided with my heart and shot me into a new set of skin to dwell in until the next time. Nevertheless the hands on the clock stretched their limbs up and across to make love to the numbers they had left behind temporarily. Here, I was served my biggest fear on a silver platter and told to run as fast as I could. Time was casting spells behind my back and I fell into its curse. Time has forgotten my name and I am trying to find the will to unforget his. Perhaps I met time in his darkest hour and it positioned it's shadows around its closest victim. Or perhaps time has never been on my side.

A day
They say
For poetry, not poets

Had I better wit,
My name you'd unforget
Table for two words

For words
Back, words
Infinity of notice

It was a bright and beautiful
brand new day
as she crossed the courtyard
with a lullaby on her lips,
saw the swans take off and fly,
then slowly descend
dipping their delightful necks in
the once still water
that was now surely stirring.

A sweet tune tantalized her tongue
as she hummed
something that bordered on forgotten,
it was powerful
but only echoed,
imperceptible
in her unconscious mind.

A fire swept through
her anxious gut
as she struggled
to recall
something she was certain
was important.

A dog barked.
Bees buzzed
about their honey making business.
She was certain
even anxious
she would not forget this,
but she missed
the magic of her musical muse,
and cursed herself
for not remembering the tune.

Time obscured
dawn’s radiance
the day died
a brilliant turquois
to dark blue and blackish
death,
and stillcont.
the song would not come.
It hovered within
her breath.
It beat beneath
her soft blossoming chest.
A tear fell
as she struggled
to unforget
the song she had lost,
but even in sleeping
and waking
the wonderful melody
would not return.