particle dust

wild horses. blue eyes. full moon

in the long and short of this page.

i will teach her to believe in magic

that magic is real that magik is

real. i will hold her against

her back against my soul and

guide her towards her light.

salute her dreaming tears

and wash away her distant

particle dust.

in my dreams we

are waking up and everything

around us floats grey. stars are

flooding with distance herlooms

and popular veins appear once again;

we are the color in this universe.

we are the shadows in their coiled

palms. we are damned when we

are diluted in his spirit. we are

the next line of this prayer.

thank you.

for finding me.

for loving me.

this is my beautifuls’ purpose.

your eyes in my heartbeat my

nerves in your skin.

we are the beneath

of your particle dust.

inner london fog

and your beams of light turned

into poison and melted backgrounds

to our us. lastly you say,

that is what you said.

fountain eyes and messy hair

evokes our inner london fog;

everything i ever wrote was

for your world in mine.

i am kneeling before you and

springing from inside us are

the coil tulips unfrozen.

so i am shedding

my skin tears and i will

never be ashamed of this

poetic flood of me’s and you’s.

white forever clouds

proprietary calluses

demeaning my ribs and taking

over my subtle heartbeats; your

voiceless masters were breathing

heavy and my patterns are broken.

i am starting over in your capital

so become my fearless become one

with me fearless.

i am half broken and in between

eachother. i will never separate

this because it deserves to be held

by something even if for just this poem.

i will sacrifice her breathing of

white forever clouds upon

my tired shoulders

just so that she can wake up in

dreaming.

knowledge heartbeats

under my terms your polish

eyes are hidden tornados and

unconceived hurts.  streaming wells

in a steal cage unable to breathe

solidify our unintentional organs.

soft dreaming chests are antiqued with

blood and spring awaited tree leaves.

i needed to leave these walls

to fall in love with the blanks once

again. wooden logs spread

velvety across her black quilted

hair. his words are a blur and vague

wrinkled palms still hold my

knowledge heartbeats.

jade handcuffs

behind a stained mirror your

sad eyes always fogged my

staged universe. i am melting

in your light brown metallic collarbone

so hold my away from you as long

as you cannot love me anymore.

they let us in and we bag their

smiles and fake hyperbole

hand gestures. i am a slurred

mockery of silence.

so than i say unto yours;

undo everything that the softs

of our heartbreaks memorized. then

and only then

jade handcuffs will tear awake

the sad pages of the letters birthed

by this poem.

Fitzgerald's wild and free and unconditional love

i have you i have you i have you

used throated bookstore

shelved with inflamed broken

hearts. stones bricked high with

piles of soft veins; we disappeared

into leather fairy tales. all

my words are following

me into the next life and as you

hold my palms over my feminine

nerves, our platform starts to

read us. 

i exist now only in

your new and sublet carriages

are rolling along our heartless

sleeves. there; i am tattooed in

all your bodies’ synonyms. I am fearless

jade tattooed inkless on your synonyms.

i hear the waves crashing against

this death of night noise; i can

drown velvet inside these turquoise tunnels

while the breeze outside the waves mourn

only white in our clouds.

this sleep must be numbing

my handcuffs because i feel

soft cuts across our horizontal torsos.

your arms your legs your heat your

fears of being fearless; do not worry

my love, i have you.

i have you

i have you

i have you

i will never leave your world.

Roald Dahl Matilda

“she felt the electricity beginning to flow inside her head, gathering itself behind the eyes, and the eyes became hot and millions of tiny invisible hands began pushing out little sparks” Roald Dahl

once upon a time

in a little kanika's universe

she read a book, Matilda

and fell in love

with magik.

blue eyes wooden lungs

i keep breaking our patterns

and learning from these steal

blue eyes that indigo fairs

came once that dark snow storm

night; the lake danced naked in

our fever breathes. today,

monotone calligraphy veins

are bleeding poetry’s death under

our distilled toes.

i have stapled leaves into

my sun soaked skin and

it felt good to use the same

sex over and over again.

i am defrosted inside your

wooden lungs;

numerical spirits are flying                                                                    

through freedom lined eyes.

gypsy winged soul

through our disturbing

we climbed through

me with cracked walls and

beneath my chin i see.

their station wagon words

are free; forest green eyes.

two worlds colliding, crying

crystal tolerance in between

their theory of us;

i am an archaeologist untamed.

i am your naked pages of truth and

white; gypsy winged soul.

shattered boiling sky eyes

running fearless on
thin blacks as the green
fields freedom race
by my wings and wonder;
why wont she name me so
that she may release me.
i am chewing on our
future as the grim stones
of the mayan tilting towers
breathe heavy on our
shattered boiling sky eyes.
senseless fingertips reach
for yours; distance heavens.
earth's art is crumbling beneath
our heated ceramic toes; awake
and ready to reach sideways
and harder, softer and more
polite than last time.

dark happiness

living inside me

was like dreaming

awake and dying with

unspoken words untaken

acts of loveless; stapled eyes.

to this i say; cant doing something

becomes one with the very oneness

of our everything in able.

i don’t have thoughts to tell you

i don’t have things to solidify

your dreams into this, us.

that’s why these words are always

undressed and in pieces of

dark happiness.

stagnant eyelashes

time is passing and

passionate spaces are

no longer separately

singing. our dance is

becoming stagnant eyelashes;

tardy and unattached. i have

loved this life before and

you were standing in the same

drowning landscape.

we painted our children

with this summer rain

that day. and today we

turned blue with our

soulmate sky.

truth love

words; dreams in a library of magic falling in love with the universes' soul. making mistakes and losing spaces between nothings to breathe into indigo immortality. this is my me living art.

Photography: Still Rain Photography

velvet stillrain tears

expired soldiers dancing on

our healing backs;

morbid youth flying

through satirical thorns

deepened with thicker

veined patterns. paint

my walls within the cradles

of your eye maps because i

always end up foreign in

your velvet messy tears.

we are flying in dreams and

in stillness truth i am still

in stillrain.

in thunder she sleeps

with black lines and art

aching beneath her unprepared

shadow. still, it rains and

stillrain shadows are unborn

for my nights.

i don’t need your new songs

to dance in this rain;

you were inside me the entire

timeless.