nirvana

running though our

history vines i have climbed 

into your hopelessness and

determined my tear length

already; make me your favourite 

angle.  my absolute lays with

your stubborn upper cheeks and

despair is loathing beneath these

tensed wood frames. i pray we are

released into the wild ;

our timeless home.

i in i

God, can i talk to your heightened 

letters while you break me down 

under my glory and pains and 

piece by piece release my solitude  

into one spirit; the i. 

will you help me betray these 

metal lines in my way backing 

up all my art tears and tearing apart 

my silent screams. i am terrified  

to tell you but i am brave to show 

you my insides coming through 

these black bald worlds. my 

universe was always you. 

pelvic stoned eyes

i am trapped in a cement
womb and i am being carried by
fear by you by myself in mysterious
chains. my wings are withering away
and my guts are believing my pelvic
stoned eyes. i am barred in by every
moment and salted cathedrals are
dumping our aquatic demise.
promise me freedom and watch
as the paint dries solitude. bring me
back to pain and open skies; i was
always yours.

astronaut

for what i would do to have my

blank canvas bones painted

skin once again; freedom of

these metal inked chains

greened with despair and

withering pain. i separated me

from you so long ago and

i am sorry... im so sorry that

i never needed you before i said

i am sorry. 

because once i have declared you

i have already missed believing 

me; i am an astronaut bleeding 

downwards.