black sky architect

red hair mirrored blue eyes and

a tall dance all but one religion where

the law is reason. buildings built so close

together that pavement kisses are our

only shadows because we have forgotten

how our soul smells. delicate steal fists

are closed together without her arms

in mine. i feel stapled to this future sky. 

black sky architect.

robotic rock climbers study castles but

fall anyway to fly. i love your heart

so dream steady my little pirate fairy

for only once more will i write this.

i will write this once more.

fistful of thoughts and metal

braids are drowning my wings.

i cannot fly.

i cannot see.

i cannot hold us in my

breathing any longer. and i am lived

short in these whiplashes. grey

masks are holding us together and

we are fearless because we are

dead. we died and become afterlife

before we decided. now my hands

are dried up and the bell tolls

for ruptured skin to stand alone

no longer in beating marriage

but; alone. 

cold metal park

cold metal park bench

and a routine

fix of ink and blood and

in between meditations. slow

motion potions numbing our

dance; our song becomes

the soundtrack. black and

the nothing rest. your my potion

and you are the poison

i take refuge in. startled off by

summoning my cabaret and

looking down becomes a numb

to my veins. i watched oceans

bloom into sand and watched

a keyboard explain to me, life

and death. i can die knowing that

you were happy in my arms.

smoked knotted shadows

smoked knotted shadows

and the sun of our skins

were all dancing along

these unopened shores of

new oceans filled with

forever nights.  undying chemistry

and light night was distracted

by our metal intertwined fists.

you will remember where i was

sitting when i wrote that.

because the black canvas was

what i started with and you

understood my whole.

my separation and my

never together heart.

jade looking glass

i am not like your color

i prefer the shadow’s blood.

we made our placebo upon

it once before and without notice;

we wept until we fell asleep.

we fell to our insomnia sleep.

this poem was about the back and

forth and in and out of this black

chant immortalizing my waterfall

shoulders. this poem is about

the natural and beautiful decay and

restoration undone;

the becoming history

of my me.

the jade looking glass

of cuts and scrapes

and permanent bruises. 

dark vinyl words

dark vinyl words shadowed

inside me and deliberately

stilted between our tongues.

we are always taken care

of when we are taking care

of our souls. our temple feels

no pain and the future holds

no threat to this victim we call

ourselves. the self is always

free. in freedom we are fearless.

being fearless we live in the here

and now and there is nothing more.

we are nothingness.

we are nirvana. 

remember when we clouded our

rainforest with insomniac

and separated our paintings

to see our soul.

dark clouds sunlit poetry

today i panted and

jeopardized the chant my heart

birthed. i was lowercased intentionally

and grew city lights out of my plastic

black hair. i am that loyal disaster

never obstructed by my own view.

i will disappear in your morning

and our evening breathes will

become lighter. i loved being

veined with dark clouds it

brought me closer to the

sunlit poetry. less words more

trembling essential troubles

more words. less feathered

uneasy sighs of forest green majesty.

i am majestic and you are the

words.

words of words just

letters married with

spaces and falling in love. 

a part of us

freedom in your caged eyes

brought by this last stroke

of my painting. the finished

piece of my mine not me but

mine. the copper delight of

our already rested tombs.

midnight black pain with metallic rose

twitches our prints sabotaging the inner

winds of our troubled theatre; midnight

lovers dancing art. you are

as i am.  you were always inside me;

today i bleed your black words.

dragonfly cowgirl.

freedom wild horses.

bare jade tree branched us.
fearless.

fascination with our downfall

we are staged and beneath

our angry masks, but we

look at each other;

through each other

through each other.

crying sideways

you stole me than brought

me back to the wrong broken.

you separated me and savoring each

space created between my empty

limbs, tore off those seeing through

dragonfly wings that you once said

you would carry till our end.

that’s right, i was here, i have

been here;

you only carried me halfway.

imagine crying sideways with

plaster around your toes. freeing

under our passing by we will

destroy our forever. remember

the days we loved to be us in

rain. we are more than that

today. piano eyes and heartbeat

cathedrals filled with empty

painted holes and gargoyle

strength. you are my every

word. 

"i love you in my very own way"

I love you in my very own way.
Like a stone loves the mosses around it
Like a sea loves the pebbles in it
Like a coincidence...
Taking you as the way you are,
With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.

I love you in my very own way
By throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your head
Like i want to kill you.
Just because of envying the love
That my heart spend on you.

Arzum Uzun

immortal just as you were

dear bare branches,

i was always in love with you.

your defeated happiness.

textured birched veins.

i painted you in my last life,

all my life.  in naked truth

stop covering yourself in

the fake of these crisped ageless

leaves, stop pretending to be seasons

and just bare yourself unto me, always.

become immortal just as

you were. be just as you are.

because to my world i am

happier inside the words where

everything is everyone and

everywhere means here and now;

whole naked truth. the human touch.

we lacked through our senses and gained

deeper soil of skins the graveyard

of heavenly chambers unannounced.

be still my love, i am still your

see-through truth. 

dear bare branches

what God gave me; black to

begin with. a natural decay

and beautiful beating death of

soft wires surrounding my eyelids.

a black canvas i grew back into even

after the cleaver textured life. black soul

to dance in my glory silver days;

her glowing here and now days.

when it was just love

when it was just love, my love.

we made rooted our femininity in

our stems of hope and transpired.

dear bare branches,

i was always in love with you.

your defeated happiness and

textured birched veins feathered

in reincarnate; souls of origin of

our first worlds. i admired for

so long your lonely brave dance;

naked and confident you are

my therapy freeing wings.

in the beginning when it was just 

love, my love. 

vertabrae strength

before we wait let our

senses of us guide us into

vertebrae strength. the

jade tree that begun our

roots. the day its greens

laid upon our streaming

veins we started our growing

and our leaning onto each other’s

home eyes. that jade tree

was my is. the vertebrae

strength of us.

you are my aura of

every written wrong

on this prison wall. the wise

of my kin inside these professional

words irritate my blood and grow

in my sideway dreaming.

i will walk on water with

you and as the wild horses hair

fly freedom; breasts magic

will remind us why we came here to

begin with. our shadows will fall

backwards and tears will fail

themselves. living beyond our

mess.

growing branches

as busy as we were there was

an unusual to us. it was usually

happening around our soulmate

stars. you are the reason my

museum exists; my writing

is in your left hand. my titles are

longer and our spaces are shorter.

i am in your artifact heaven eyes

looking at me and forbidding

the soil around these growing

branches.

cropped ground hay

breaking dishes reaching

our for the reptile skies

and i am inspired yet you

call my me distracted.

i should kill my

nightmare lips with your

sunset copper eyes. open

calligraphy and closed shadow

eyes with heart beating

again in stubborn stillness

here. right here.

nostalgic patters across his

walls and this lonely pill was

star gazing across the

open windows that i remember

closing with my empty eyed

will. i keep writing and writing

and bruised necks are kicking

the cropped ground hay as they

walk by us. the purity of before

the rainbow was vacant and i

stayed whole in knowing i was

real to it.