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In seeing you go,I’m buried in snow,I’m hearing wordsI can’t reject,I cannot burydeeper down.They come upwith a whirlwindto sendan old starback into a void.Cure meor deplete me.Deny meor mind me.I want nothing lessthan the ticketto be accompaniedto an undeservedpiece of Heaven.Light has frozenon this planeof a consciousmisunderstandingof existence.Darkness is a memoryof a tomb, a wombI…
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There’s a fieldwe cannot avoid,where we must connectthe right dots,to form the lines,the wide curvesthat shelter us.Under a stormwe drowned in a longstate of rehearsal.Under dark sheets,we had meltedinto mere turbulence.There’s more for this,for one solitary spaceto land a kiss,to hear what our heartsquake for.We need not leave dust,form rust on awkward,fatal angles.We need not…
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Rewriting our historyrequires more,more than we want,than we need,to discover that fateis more mercifulthan we thought.Our expressions betraysuch pain that doesn’t dieunless we hideunder a curtainof stark gray.To be neutralin the gift of consequence,within this wide swath,grants us more bloodto stain our fingers.We must be honestnot for a crowd,but for the gardenthat begs to burst…
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Never took a chanceto offer upall I’ve given into,to loosen teardropsbegging to be free.I’ve landed only stoneson hard floors,choosing to keep tightthis throat, the wordsI want someone,besides myselfto hear.Hear me when I hearwhat my heartbeats fear,paralyzing mein a constant intakeof suffocating doubt.I dream what I’ve seen,of ghosts in hallways,when a star goes dark,as a face…
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Blistering, thorough,concealing our remainsin the hushof fallen ash.We wanted deliveryof our remorse,while wishing for a floodfor all we nourished.We couldn’t have both,drifting sideways,deciding in our waythat our eternityis our sentencing.The light we extinguished,the presentation we dissolvedturned us into forever,in the ever-approaching memoryin what leeches us.These sounds are fire,our worship of a timewe believed we were…
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I dread what goes forward,carried by empty wagons,leaving marks, dragging onthis evidence of toil.Life dried me up,after I buried her near.Love tied me upwhen I welcomed fearas a guiding lightinto the dark.I face what lingers inward,concealed under ruinsof no one’s making.There are seats,there are portraitshung upon wallswhere no one, besides medecides to walk,means to follow.There’s…
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Some argue that we can find use in love. Although, there’s utility acknowledged in love only through the basis of what’s received, not in what’s given. Social bonding creates complex societies. Evolution requires an environment, like an intricate society, to increase adaptation’s pace. One advancement follows through to the next, and the theme of “expectation”…
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Warming eyeshave examined me.You’ve seen everythingI couldn’t believe,when drowned beneathdrenching sunlight.For wounds to berevealed when they bleed,I have been open,after being opened.It wasn’t enoughto know what to do.There wasn’t muchfor me to commit to.But you see what I don’t,dressed in your immaculate,snow-covered bandages.You’ve been to the bottom, when you exploredwhat few people find.You’ve come up,while…
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A barren trailhas dragged behind,waiting for what Iwill unwind.A face, it pullsmy perception aheadto confront a constant,poignant pressurefrom a wound.A flickering,dismembered memoryis what I’ve chased,backwards on a path,retreating into thorns.I’ve been allowingoceans to combine,days to get longer,futures to climbup high,for a plunge.I must depart from it,with torn, twisted sailsguiding forth what Ihave left inside.I must…
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I toss asidecountless grains,from the spaceyou reside.I’m hoping to forgetwhat you mean to me,bleeding underthin blankets.Tears are difficultto swallow,as they set aflamemy unwashed tongue.I’m soiledin what I speak,repeating a tragic talefull of silhouettes,translucent faces.I’m roilingin these thoughts,clouding all judgment,smothering honestyamong filtered scenery.If I can’t undo you,I’ll hope to hideamong scattered ash -the burned pagesof an…
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I decrease detail,stomp out fragments,among a dried up,starving garden,for there’s what remainslike echoes in a hallway.There’s what’s fadingnot fast enough.It clings close,stuck into skinlike shards of glass.A mirror is all I broke,a heart is the gemI returned to its owner.It takes time,seconds I can’t waste,severing your length,your burning presenceon a sunlit shore.It takes years,a lifetime,…
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It sticks to symphony,the erroneous areaswhere we weremeant to be.Covered with ink,displayed wide,while given no room,no space to think.Love dried,like the boneswe laid for dustfor them to become.Life died,bloated with bleakness,drenched with the honestyof our intentions.What we went on fordidn’t believe in us,didn’t favor us.Whatever we desiredconditioned us to distrustthe smallest of sincere words.Our faces,…
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