Mirror

"It is in dying to the self that we are born to eternal life"

Saint Francis of Assisi

Suddenly

Distant tears forces me to

Break down this orange light

And brave into the sighs of

Forbidden portraits and beams.

Anything can happen

When black tears

Run away.

we gather each

Dream and summon

The hazel eyed euphony;

It few from us

I am free in us.

Layer

Kiss me beneath My
Feelings and I won't tell the
Sky apart from your upper
Back. Glide through me with
Epic Movements and summer
Will dine in our torn metal
Homes. We will become the
Parody of disasters rhyme.
Im glad for your constant
And dry for your taste.
Your my Deperate wildflower
shining The velvet glory of
Mistakes and untaken
Scents.
Poisoned doors will fulfill
The muscular teardrop
And the sacral independence
Of our bricked throats will
Transpire into our
Nothing freedom.
There; we will hold our
Ground again.

 

Shadow

Broken backs with fixed
Lanterns are smudged into the
Corpse of last night’s forbidden.
Goddess Orchestra penetrates
Us while we heal our uneven
Affairs. Sudden architectural
Eyes shut us out of our us
And were are left here
To love the once upon a
Time.
We are the alive that breathes
Our already's away.
Today cried through
Us; and we danced under
It's hugging rain.

Words

Dear words,

I don't know where I would be, who I would be, Without you. Thank you.

We sleep together and wake up apart; we are the see-through smile on this black canvas.

Distance

We should smile and let the metal flow
Deeper into our beating homes
Otherwise the mornings will begin
To hurdle with unopened moons.
You are my marigold drum
Facing the leopard sky beneath
My dreams.
We should liquid into each other’s
Wordless and close our breathes;
Inseam our yes to open chests
and corrupted chokes.
Hearts of rain pulsate in
Fever and our bodies have
Left the war.
Our mouths are closed
Our smiles are free
Our palms are facing
The smoked sunrise lids.

Seasons

Flammable knifes pulsating through your lit tower regrets; kiss me Peirce me live in me I'm yours.

"when the cold rains kept on and killed the spring it was as though a young person had died for no reason." Ernest Hemingway

Curled arms

You leave me with no choice but to show you off to my insides.I will collect all of your eye shades and determine my next seduction. Only time will heal this hurt water falling stubborn on my cheeks; the dessert visited our waterfall once again.

Penetrate this dark roasted thought nailed into my person; I'm bleeding memoirs

Leave and walk my arms back to the velvet shore. There I will read you our obsessions' wanderer. There I will let go of your falling skin. Because your shore has drowned me emptiness

Dancer

Temporarily killed by
My own poem.
I cant trust
Intuition because the last time we
Tried to fight the anger
Your melancholy thoughts
Re-wrote a reason.
In the heat of your upper
Lip i have forgotten all that I
am. A nightingale has witnessed
A cloudy massacre and her
Wings have also;
Died awake.
I choose swollen eyelids to stay
Awake in your arms.
I feel subtle breathing down my
Ink and Break the cyclic Drowning
Of promised change.
But the weather changed;
And I felt colder in your
Heat than ever before. my
Coy paintbrush disappearing and
Mentally ill eyes.

I am condemned to fly With altered wings and contemplate a million suicidal appraises. Muscular eyes give me strength to close the meaningless gatherings; I die awake.

Hassling the poet and nesting the thought till marrow; we break fast with sleeping words and moving air. Warm poison streams through our calm palace of idle breathing. Jaded bricks and chatter fills our ancient trees. We await. We are waiting. I am gone; I left and we are waiting. I am ready for our story.

Paris

Mercury’s lawless is falling
Apart and we are smiling from
Behind. Just wait till the tide senses
That the ocean below us was lying.
People don't notice in the rain;
Karofed tunnels and broken
Smiles. But I am freedom tears
In thunder and the cloudy disasters
Comfort my whole.
He watches my throat and I dream
his dreaming.
subtle greys will laugh at our
dance but we will kinder each
other and flee the bass beat song .
Hate in your eyes and carpel Grenades
Allude to the soft girraphe laugh.
It's tall suede neck will beckon
The dead sea and we will break the
Withering storms with our
Mishtief glass eyes.
Of All the eyes;
Black eyes were the kindest
we cramped our summer
into light hearted eyes and fingered
obedience to mundane the throats.
i find myself closing my eyes and
counting aimless fonts of lines in my
darkness; i'm weary of the new skies.
your raised happiness stabilizes the
dissipating cast.
reread worlds and words of swollen tears.
hearts break less when we are parted
by waves and veins.
you're butterfly wings have become
me and my wooden hand succumbs
to it's glorified.
massacre lovers ; the skin and
your touching.
we are depending on us
to bleed out science. we can cut
the serenade of white curtains un-tethered
and unable to blink through it’s mourning eyes.
walking along the cement shore
this jungle skin makes me change
lines and words and breathes.
i am a lioness in bars with
feathered arms and a
lonely will to breathe you in.
we come sideways to the same music
and our senses declare peace to
each other’s garden of ether.
dreams calibre in storms of
black metal eyes;
we are delinquent soul mates
awaiting the ocean tide’s
nameless arms.

Portrait

i will read your new picture
and wait for my literature to
orgasm.
absent poet lash-filled regrets.
masquerade of new
childless ligaments are torn
within the metaphysical seduction.
i can hear you and the universe
will keep our secret. inversely i will summon you with
my history. orange eyes and hearts
of metallic sunrise will deft
the moon's neglect and we will
die in a morphine soul.
satellite skin deterring because reason
was divorced with time
and moments are past
and dealt alone.
my thoughts date your
eyes with pregnant lies and
aborted senses.
color me with apt and discover
how close our bodies will melt.
come undone with me so that the
splinters of our youths are united
with their mermaid choreography.
stapled with lunar molten ashes we
are separately ocean

Japan

Japan's writer;

After the Clock's memory fades we will
Watch our ancestors dance on our
Virgin lashes. We will collide back home
And we will break our testiment's heart
Ache. Marigolds will delight our
Spun middles and our fairyless endings
Will no longer cry.

We are grated heartbeats into
Smaller parts Easier to breathe
Into. Waves of apparatuses common
Us into black clouds and
Peach moons.
Metallic Sunrise and
Memorable wings once
Took our breathes Away
And slept the night in peace.

I Will be with you in
The middle and dance
With you near our Ended.

Time

I will read your new picture
and wait for my literature to
orgasm.
absent poet lash-filled regrets.
masquerade of new
childless ligaments are torn
within the metaphysical seduction.
i can hear you and the universe
will keep our secret. inversely i will summon you with
my history. orange eyes and hearts
of metallic sunrise will deft
the moon's neglect and we will
die in a morphine soul.
satellite skin deterring because reason
was divorced with time
and moments are past
and dealt alone.

my thoughts date your
eyes with pregnant lies and
aborted senses.
color me with apt and discover
how close our bodies will melt.
come undone with me so that the
splinters of our youths are united
with their mermaid choreography.
stapled with lunar molten ashes we
are separately ocean.

Dali and Roy

thanking you for the
stems that grew off our
past. we dedicated secrets
between us and triumphed over
the scented bamboo eyes.
because i wanted to write
on you so long and hardened
moments retire my collage.
you tampered with us and our
throats began to wreak of
human and machine
lock my bottomless
fire and the goddess in me
will bind you nestling
in the velvet of my eye.

stampede over these broken
sunflowers and burn the
edges with wings of gardens
dampened against green
viens. slower fangs to
keep our breathing necks
from multiplying.
stipulate our melancholy
machines and describe your heart
to my broken wrists;
maybe i’ll hear our ancient lives’
promises.
vivid your eyes unto my
scenic writing and delve deeper into our
cast away wedding song.
we kept our hearts still but our seas were
keeping their eyes Shut black.
i am wasted in your hearts
and you are waiting in my
forevers.
i feel darker than before
and your arms are lighter
through my layers.
beneath us;
we become avalanches
in colourless minds and
flavoured in scented opaque’s.
i am an on-going sentence
and your washed my ends with
your begging of new
beginnings.
I am our lower-case
Heart beat

Waiting for rain

Rained on you plenty more times and his dark thicks of mind seduced my beating chest. We came to the opera together and left with watering apart faces in a song we sang and no one listened. But the echo soothes my skin and yours becomes see-through in the mute thunder that I fell from; in love to making love inside us. read my boats as they cross your white ocean smile and my scratching throats will finally swim homeless to your lipid shores. Famished clouds will gather their windless poems and I will read the world in your eyes. Let me live in your unknown script and die in your separated lashes. I’ve let go of your swallowed hand and reassured these strange fingertips that I no longer can hold your face against my me’s. Because you are mine not me but mine. One.

Radiohead makes sense of my impulsive velvet writing. in a consequence insomnia; I am rained on by the softs of your intuition.

Kiss

`` i'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head i'm with you and I love you" - David Garden of Eden, Ernest Hemingway

omniscient
and his fearless toes
seeped
literature in my window's
cell. captured a forest
and enjoined bowing prostrations
in a whole filled heart.
so the great white dane
wraps a rope
in appetite colors;
mistfits.
traped walls over my senseless
slippers. gratitude dwells
over his eyes afar from own
self.
in contempt i fly with altered
wings to condemn a million
suicidal appraisals.
muscular eyes give
me strength to close the
meaningless gatherings
and die awake.
seasons
change and we're
growing
along their thin’ glaciers.
tight rimmed
fairies punctuate the breastfed
papers into dreams of a shadow
temple.
because seasons
change my tears to dust
to grassroots
sunlight
within me
contempt me
forbid me.
embrace our
light
collect our falling
protect my swelling
and
masturbate your layers with
subject palms
until
your ground earth tastes
us.
dancing blue cosmic healer
present your golden whispers
along my glory spine.
whiskers of a foreign
protagonist irritate
me no longer.
breathless anecdote
startles my nightmare
in fuchsia forest’s greenery.
we are promiscuous and hopeful.
plastic forks beneath a white
blouse in a happiness toned
mimicked life.
broken mirror;
i am yours
i am yours
i am yours
springing fortune teller.

He

I am certain of nothing yet the
Paragraph consoles this melted
White page. The whore of it's
Attempted lines debauch
Our Visionless viens.
I burned his sleep before and
He buried my afterlife alter;
I prayed that I could ink
You on my skins.
It's dark and I am contemptible
Amongst their summits' illusion.
Deflated Gaurds manifested
Into our hopless opaque
Skies. I am period. I am end. I
Have no say no word no poem.
Just empty filled heartbeats
Grey'd onto your freedom.
Freedom inside your new
blown ink and each time your
empty push cries the Poison Tears
tattoos my raw. I see you clear
And Opaque plagues my shower
But I can close my eyes and love
You closer to my Body's aches.
you are my impulse breast
there is no where to go
underneath your Sky.
I will rage against your fist
and move with your long trees;
we are nature's first move
into each others Lakeroad eyes.
become my tender bait and I
will show you which bricks
I built a you out of.

Thin

I scroll down to you
And we limit Our ways towards
Each others late swim.The seeds
Of our mornings counterpart
Their future within us and
Our eyes grow feverish
Towards the planted sea.
Its safer to set your
Background on fire
Then proceed to neglect
Each other while we sleep.
I feel you walking behind me;
My hands are corpse drained
From your untaken breathes.
Gather my hopeless eyes into
Your chest so i can feel the heals
Of timeless in our pains
In our aparts
In our together again.
i am awake in your lying skin
And you already closed the eye’s
Door of this uneven aching
Floor.

Lines

we measured our hands.
yes, we did that in the beginning
of our historic us.
You conceived me one day at
a time and the time lapsed
when our hearts broke
with broken promised births.
Where I would then continue
And you would become summer;
The season beneath us eroded
Our helpless tree branches.
The braces of our tears tore
Freedom smiles and all the while
You laid sleeping inside my
Black voided collar bone.
Empty eyes and the floor is undone;
Of ink and love

Float

It was just a scratch and
you made it bleed
Into golden particles that
cried my name
In higher heels and lover vibrating
Voices.
In that you are.
In that you are my yin you are my
Yang.
you are that dark butterfly’s
Freedom.
In you I flew.
I was in Paris and you were in
My wrists nerved with false
Hoping and delirious
Writings.
I will not swallow my heartbeat
Any longer than you will
Summon our unspoken lips.
We broke silences and
Covered broken walls but
My memory danced alone
And that dark room it fell in
Just lit up in my tears.
But he was there when it almost
Happened and the mornings it
Grew out of became my night.
My forever night with rained
On shoulders.

Night hug

I wrote in you then Closed my breathes and Stopped My eyes from Broken hearted airs. And he said to me " I love your disaster" And I said to him "you are my disaster". We studied our myths before This we summoned out Patronage Memories. Your abstract feelings wanted me Alive, so my death stopped crying. Raw braches hugged my begging Torso and its flawed heat Emptied my eyes. Severed My exhaustion of sleepy Poems. I’ve tasted your nights before And the sunlit amber morning after Kisses a feeling spread across our Beaten down chests. Lost in these healing roots Growing our way again.

Branches

I wrote in you then Closed my breathes and Stopped My eyes from
Broken hearted airs. And he said to me " I love your disaster" And I said to him "you are my disaster". We studied our myths before This we summoned out Patronage Memories. Your abstract feelings wanted me Alive, so my death stopped crying. Raw braches hugged my begging Torso and its flawed heat Emptied my eyes. Severed My exhaustion of sleepy Poems.
I’ve tasted your nights before And the sunlit amber morning after Kisses a feeling spread across our
Beaten down chests. Lost in these healing roots Growing our way again

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