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I Dream of WolverinesAn alabaster calla lily blooms out of my belly button,
I pull on its vines to remove its roots,
but I only end up more tightly wound
in ribbons of green and of sorrow,
and now I'm sleeping more than I wake,
because I dream of wolverines, long dresses,
and old buildings collapsing like old people,
I can't look away nor can I open my nighttime eyes,
I live in a world of hedonistic passion,
one where we consume salamander hearts
just as much as we consume each other.
as we become ghostsThe air is smooth and thin,
running over my shoulders like buttermilk,
curling wax fingers
and smoke escaping my oak tree bones,
I don't know where I'll end up yet but
I know I'm close,
and I know I'm close because I'm still breathing,
inhaling that charred floral scent
where dahlias are breeding in the curves of my collarbone
and lilacs are blooming between each vertebrae,
intertwining with every rib, climbing them like strands of DNA,
oh you know I wouldn't mind if you used my ribs for a ladder,
go ahead and use me up like some sort of construction worker,
for my body is yours to take, my heart to break,
but I should let you know now that this love is a disease,
it will leave you in ruins with teeth like Aztec tombs rotting inside your mouth,
and it will leave your hands forming empty circles in the sky where the stars should be,
but all of this is okay because when we're together I can see the moon in your eyes
and the sun in your lips,
when they dare form a smile, your kiss
I Need a Love that Frees MeChurning, burning, yearning,
you twist me till I bleed,
why does my heart hurt so bad whenever I think of you,
you've got me if you want me
and I can't even fight it.
And I will Always be the MoonWe have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,
there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,
one that is organic, tangible, and ripe with bloody berries,
one where carnal creatures run rampant,
one where we rise from the dirt with muddy thighs
because we were bred into these earthly bodies
to hold seconds in our palms like newborn children,
and to throw our heads back and howl against the awareness that we are dying,
for oh this skin is only our host,
The Art of ForestryIf it were only appropriate to speak
of a single touch, of what it means,
of what it feels.
Our forearms graze and so I hold very still,
I never want to lose a second of
you against me.
My entire being shivers along the
shores of your skin
and all of my nerve endings are electrified
when I imagine our relationship evolving into
lilac limbs, freshly kissed lips, and
lieing next to you on rainforest floors.
We create a completely nuclear reaction,
a mixture of fusion, friction, and fascination.
So believe me when I say, oh boy I love you,
I really do,
yes, I want you so,
closer than tires upon pavement,
and like a car you turn into me,
and like a car you take me places,
you even take my daydreams to extraordinary realms
where I wake in the midst of the woods,
the air is slick and crisp
and I can feel your muddy, autumn hands
dancing along my flaking, fir tree flesh,
the dirt runs damp between our toes
and we become nothing but creatures of the forest;
living off each other's lo
can't breathe, at least not steadily,
paint me turquoise
or be the forest to my fire,
actually I'd rather you were nothing, at least nothing to me,
now I can feel nightfall coming upon the manifestation of a July moon,
so let's let those clouds burst and rip wide open
just as though the clouds were my organs and
the rain were my blood.
the space between cold and ice,
sweat is raining down your telephone pole neck,
now it's even hotter, pushing 90,
the air is thick and begins to clog your lungs,
dragging September's fog through your trachea,
smoldering your larynx and taking control of your entire body,
burning down bones like candle wicks,
now you're a waxen pool on the bedroom floor,
but wait, tender hands start to take a hold of you,
molding you a new spine made of incense,
hips out of honey,
and a heart out of the horizon,
beating, burning slow,
you release a floral smoke,
drawn in, between the candlemaker's cigarette licked lips.
Believing in Roses, Dreaming of DeathWhen she smelled his skin,
he was painted with the scent of roses,
red roses so fragrant
her sight clouded over with crimson petals
and slender stems,
plantlife bred and blossomed out of his pores,
feeding her every inhalation
with pollination and wild sunlight,
and as he escaped into the afterlife,
she took his hand in hers and whispered,
"May you blossom into the stars, my sweet flower child",
and he did because she couldn't
and she couldn't because it was not time,
but with death comes grief
beneath silent gardens,
then with life comes fluidity,
riding rivers as though they were horses;
letting the currents take control.
cratersI like to think that over this past year you've come to understand
that my heart is a cratered sun
and my veins make up constellations across my vulnerable vertebrae,
because when I close my eyes,
it's you that my subconscious summons as I sleep,
There's just something about you that completely electrifies my skin,
your touch draws conclusions between the freckles on my forearms
and I'm left wondering how you even connected the dots,
But you make me nervous in a young kind of way
and there's this fragile sense of longing that I'm not quite sure i understand,
although tonight I could feel your laugh settle between my palms like a lost lamb
and for a moment I let your innocence brush over my fingertips
and it felt like that moment was ours and ours alone,
So let's hold onto railroads
like we're about to be run over,
and let's hold onto candles
until our waxen limbs burn down to the wick,
and let's hold onto each other
while the stars drip down over our shoulders to melt away our sins.
Hey, I'm still aliveHey, I'm still alive
My hearts still beats on
I'm not dead, just simply
not doing anything
I'm just moving through life
without much motion
without a care
Why should I care?
Everything ends anyway
Just don't bury me
I may come back
Love is ComingLove is to me, as soft as a breeze
Helping me stand when I fall to my knees
It'll pick me up, spin me around
Love is coming, it makes no sound
Love is to me, as calm as the sea
Believing in all that I can be
Holding me warm throughout the night
Love is coming at first light
No Reason To LiveWhen everything fails
but you're still there
I hold on to you
and I feel safe
But when you too fail
when you reject me
when you push me away
and don't talk to me
Then it's when I wonder
is there a reason to live?
is there a reason to stay?
or shall I just go away?
I want to feel numb
I don't want the pain
I want to be gone
I've nothing left to gain
When you don't want to be there
is there a reason to live?
is there a reason to stay?
Psychotic LoveThe tears of the sky..
They cleanse the red.....
Born from a lie....
A light now dead
Like swirls of insanity
Dropping into masses...
As pain encompasses
The sky dressed in grey
Sings a song of forlorn
What price must I pay?
To mend what is torn...
I who stole lives
Gained life from you....
I who saw lies
Lies, you made true.....
My darkened soul
In pieces, so broken
You made it whole....
Is it heavens's token?
Like the heavenly sun....
Silence these voices that torment me so
Showing me things I dont wish to know
Deep within the depths of my heart
Is a desire that tears me apart....
Sliding down is a shard of regret
That broke from the ash grey sky
The pain born from your death....
Is happiness but a mere lie?
Embracing the rain...
Drenched and wet...
Embracing the pain
This yearning regret
I cried and I cried...
But you werent there...
I lied and I lied....
Life just isnt fair
By the song of a gun
Why is t
All for youFalling asleep with tears in my eyes
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you my love
I KnowI know that you need space
Time away from everything
So you can find your place
I know that you still think about me
Some small thing we used to do may trigger a memory
Remind you of how things used to be
I know that you still care
You're good at hiding how you feel
But maybe something is still there
I know there are a lot of things you don't know
Life can be overwhelming
I'm sure you'll go far, though
I also know that you will always have a special place in my heart
We might not be together
Friendship may be a good place to start
RebirthThe ravage comes to plea defeat,
Pride's old throne, an empty seat.
Once inked paper now found bare,
As my muse's whispers now turn rare.
Questions sent to looming corners,
Treading blindly to tear down barriers.
I must look like the losing warrior,
Thrust in battle without an armor.
Inspirations seeped from dry wells,
Like squeezing flame from a million hells.
The spill of flow embedded in night,
My soul's sanctuary trapped in fright.
The stars of hope flicker far,
Watching me grovel in this hour.
A fool I was to deafly pretend,
A blank canvas would never descend.
Yet in these spells of solid bind,
Are plenty gold and treasures find.
From poet's death, words revive,
The time is now to come alive.
Broken trusts and mistakes"I trust you
with my heart and soul
You're my forever girl
and I believe in you
I don't care about my fears
that didn't wanna let you in
'Cause I want you to be close like no one other
I want you to be with me when it's getting colder
'Cause I want to feel your happiness as mine
'cause I know you wont hurt me, I know it for sure this time
'Cause I trust you with my all"
I don't know what happened dear
I never meant to do it,
I always said you could count on me
After all, you're all I see
I always said you were safe with me
and oh my dear, I meant every word
but somehow I stabbed you like a sword
Somehow I broke it
Somehow I broke all my promises
I broke our friendship
I broke what matters
I broke your trust for me
I just broke it...
I got angry
I did a mistake
I took a wrong turn
I said the wrong words
I hit the weak spot
And I broke it.
My body is shivering
from the cold you now speak
The tears stream
caused of the unforgiven mistake
Pain in my stomach
for the fear of n
I'm Not Ready to Let GoYour fingertips carve melodies into my songbird skin,
carbonizing my charcoal bones
so I can write sonnets on the sidewalk
with the ends of my chalky joints.
Oh how your grazing hands
Your propane eyes
burn me up,
your toothy smile
ties me down.
I hold my breath
because these moments are fragile
as they are finite,
and I close my eyes
because love shouldn't be this ugly
or this hard to find.
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