margins

to start crafting our escape 

and stealing our homes

while escaping our furthest

veins; the withering magic 

dusted with melancholy blue.

I wonder what his passionate 

arks do with my hurt.

that passionate stranger that

saw through my second finger

lining.

cleaner substitutes of layers 

and layers of clay nerves;

awaiting the dawn of

letters to my younger 

self.

catch me while I'm falling 

then be sure to hold me

in my own dented grief;

for it is i who

sleeps on his

kind blue hands.

dried tree

filtered by grief and in

a mountain sphere i am

withering along your 

removed corpse;

feather puncturing my

unreasonable spine 

i am a flavor to this

version of skies.

dark necks throbbing 

above another galactic 

star;

where i am moonlit 

in your classic 

intentions.

lowered chi

abdominal truths
penetrating our

empty pages

collaborating with

a liquid truth;

i am condoned

by your bold text

and void of wireless

blood.

i wonder why i never wandered
before. why i never stopped to
ask us why the ground beneath
us turned into fast collarbone
paths to the unknown and
unintended.

meditating with metal
hands and heavy chords
in my veins;
singing black nails
and deep masked exhales
leave me behind me.

a lower back torso
is watching over my
plastic as i unveil the deep
skin scars further
and further away from
you.

far in parts

where you and i collide in
a galactic beaded night.

where the sighs of our ancient
moons will release a damp
memory over our shoulders;
we exhale stars and
deplete in their void.

i share my music
with the world before this
one. i am amplified in the
omniscient rubber of our
earths' latency.

you hid beneath me
and under me at the same
time. you fly above me
and over me during our
last cries- apart.

i die daily in you in us in me
in an underground ball
filled with our
dead.

bat wings

fluttering up my dark spine
and flying under my insomnia
and when life threw curve balls
at me I moved away;
i am learning to play now
in soft fading moons i am
sleeping awake.

“One of the most fascinating insights by the remarkable poet William Wordsworth, is the natural revelation of the divine that surrounds us in childhood, which every child breathes in and is surrounded by all the time, and knows without knowing. Natural mysticism is the environment of childhood; it is what nurtures us. The child is exposed to the cosmic revelation from birth and infancy. This is the child’s world, a world that has a fresh, magical, numinous quality. For Wordsworth, children are born as nature mystics. They approach the divine, and are approached and enveloped by the divine reality, through the natural world. It is the medium through which they experience and process their religious experiences; it is their teacher, friend, and constant companion, the source of wisdom, value, and enthusiasm. They see all of life through this timeless mother before everything is interpreted for them in the categories of others."Wayne Teasdale 

fly through the nights my

light angel

and never, ever

land. 

majestic

light waters
held a dream together
and the it
left the illusion
alone; for once.

deliberate like rain
on our cloudy backs
were the feverishly high
antelopes of tightly
dried out poetic
knots.

metal hands hidden with
cognitive storms peeling
apart to break free on our
ripped nerves just waiting
to be itched.

diluted with soft
metal hands i am
praying with your
back's small intentions.
i am praying
with my back against
your distance.

we live in moon storms
and our hair is on a fire
that sings peace to
our semantics.
our home is filled
with unopened
windows but
i still feel safe
inside your
wild deft night
arms.

moon mascara

i only see her in that
way; he only sees me
through is abdominal
pains and never through
his fingertips.
see-through glass running
with mirrors so abrupt i
can taste the salt
off my self induced
wounds:womb of my
effortless fear
i do not need, i want
i do not listen, i see and
i feel the cradle
of soft hands that weld
me clean
in my moon
lit stars.

tree massacre

boiled masks jet-lagged
with anger and the
leaves growing off
my fists are damp;
crowded with fallen
spaces.

there is a spaceship
overcrowding our
growth so we have
nothing to live
for.

abused for a meaningful
awareness of neglect
and strong perfume
off his stagnant
throat.

i am sorry.
but i could
never be your
void of
the space between
us.

i am bold
to lie with you
and lye to you.

in moonlight

we come with
lavender hands ready
for the morning of rain'd
on summer.

a fawn ran across my forearm
and rested beside my cracked
wrists; a tattoo of us was
supposed to have bled there.
i created a label for you
and wore it deaf while
i had the chance. copper
dancers distracted with
butterflies and open viruses;
i am detected so i fall free.

take a swim with me and
let us encounter the storm
of marble seas. the sea in
which you and i will
marry again- our
timeless disappointments.

the stone

fit into the palm of my
eyes and the torso of
my blindness has woken.

waterfall desks lubricated
with dehydration and
blood pressures we no
longer can feel.

i was never good enough
for fire and i am further
than most of our
dreams. terminal plaque
covered with solids of
our hearts beating,
breaking slow.

we are here to prescribe
each other into
the other. yet, we
are flavored
vampires accustomed
to the dying days.

we are just a lisp in
the ocean wave;
a soul found by the
little smiles of kindergarten
sand.

the rain changed

so did the direction of
our stars and the crooked
tires of the black cycle
that is now apart. a part
of the sky.

juggle me whole while
our disconnected lashes
comb finely through the
long of
suicides neck. 

i thought we were cages
but we just forgot to
pull in our wing ended
fairy tale. a fine tale of
taupe fairies in diluted
with innocence, hair.
we got caught with
the wires wide
closed.

black ice rigid with
fearless light and hopeful
tears; our faces will glisten as
we stare at our stars;
in the morning
moon.

post cries

no further actions were
allowed and to be taken
away from our empathy.

we had to bleed clear
water.

no one would ever
find our transparency
to be kind, nor dead.

clear blue rips break apart
for our crevices and in silence
we are looking through old
tower walls
and looking glass
torn walls.

lets barn wood
our eyes and make room for
less fear. i can be your victim
and you,
you can melt into
the serpents divine
spine.

the war between us lasted
longer than the seasons
could lay down with us.
we sleep while the
sky waits
still.

and yet we remain
quite as a
skull

"your're made of solid and i'm made of liquid trust"

tryst with God and
in this white we
are objects of linear
magick. lets
deserve each other's
fighting limbs again
and finger the cracks
we fell apart in;
learn from the
implosions of our
musical
mistakes.

subdued consciousness
and open hearts filled with
empty dust particles
and golden dances.
again you push me
forward and lay me beside
myself.

tryst
with
mine.

lean on mine

deliberately seeking
out her pirate eyes
i have said yes already
to all her woes and
wonder.

i lust your throat
and drought over
your inconsistent
aggression;
towards me towards
his jagged edged
papers.

subtle your swords and lay
back into my contractions for
i am supreme in material and
poor in righteous behavior.
whilst we danced we mourned
our forevers.

i am a flower, remember.
i am a virgin, and i am
lying.

aum inside

home inside your
palms of trinket
fingernails and feathered
memories gliding down
an epic spine.

i wad disguised as
your cathedral and
each vertebrae whispered
an aum in our heart
halves.

our christened abode.
our bodhi shower of
leaves.
our golden palace
of dates and fasting.

im captured in your
rain and as i sit silently
on our lap made with grey
and sometimes black freckles
i am in a morning without
the moonshine
the sunshine
within.

my name

is spelled with two drops
of rain and one space of fire.
in truth we are keys waiting
to tell our story of a musical
death and an air-born star.

dark green lanterns forbid me
once again and blue corpse
pessimism collides with her tangled
fairy dusted hair.
she came down a rainbow
and climbed up our
diluted retirement
plans.

when have i ever waited this long.
it will be a never
today.

procrastinated rain

one spring fight watered
down with cardboard

i walk among many of
your eyes and they are
all mine
not me but mine.
there are windows
that look forward to
our fail our falls our
morbid crooked smiles.

open wide and serve less
while we tear open ourselves
and subdue the promises;
we are distant gatekeepers
all dressed with mortar
and cultivated freedom.

where i let my magic disintegrate
into magick.
where you place your orbital
truths on my spine and
memoir our meditation.

x

sentient

nor will i use that
smile again.

when we floated above her
lashes we stopped to cry and
all that happened was we
became a sentient memory
a lucid dream
a fake plastic ocean
drowning her born eyes.

we tested the page and
silicon tree tips brushed against
the wind on her unicorn wings
and all we had to do was
paint with her.
rainbow muscles
tired of walking away
from her own uneven
voice.

you are my moonshine
my only moonshine
you make me comfortable
when skies black
me down.

you will never know
just, how much there is
no just... please don't leave
my moon glow,
my magical fairy.

please don't believe me
when i say i am
leaving.

i just moved over
to let your wings
fly over this
black
and
white.

i will just write

until my knees bend clean
and the capital curls of
ignorance save us
all. save
us all.

hard shells under our
bleeding eyes holding
still while i capture their
silence. these grey lines
distracting me cleaver
sobering your tears
adding plastic wrap
onto your tongues.

time masturbating
with this page long enough
to end what i first said.

i am bleeding clean
i am asking you
to help me
drown.

align me in it

i wrote you inside
my lungs and while we sat
expelled from our own
magick; you decided to
leave me breathless.

i have enlightened your
eyes and inside our limbs
we corrected marriage proposal
wars and fell across the moon
shadow. it had a shadow
and we swallowed its
pain.

batiste me in the warmth
of knowledge
power
forgiveness and
freedom of the choice
they knew they never
had

ice and coal

mastered the most innocent 
intuition and coal heartbeats are
filling my worthless chest
and diluting my name with
silk knots. if I can knit your
grief into my whole upside down
tanned proportion then i died
daily into your copper
eyes.
falling deep and silent
mourning free and
captive in your
dark jacket
rained on
with the clouds.
I'm trying to rest..

let me in.

for i have mastered the

moist within

me.

sectioned lips

cracked pulses
and sphegetti nerves
twitching against this
black chalkboard screaming;
negotiations from our past
and dreams from our now.

in this new moon black i will
sing you a linear octave while
we wait for our full blooded
wolves. the intent will be wild
and the peace will be my core's
raw temperature.

i can let you go, all of you's that
are in my me's
elbow heartbeats ankles
scared skins and shy knuckles
empty arms and full breasts
nostalgic hair and cloudy
torso all without
a
break.

i die daily in you and find
peace in our lost.

post war

it took silent broken
buildings to stand here;
here where you passed by
and unknowingly fell
into a love.

but i am already in a relationship, you see.
with my open wounds and a
healing heart. with distant
bags under my eyes
and out in the cold lethargic
winds.
with rolling laughter all
over my bruised intuition with
bruises i still cant see
bruises i still hear call into my
dreams.

so when
i snap backwards into purpose
i will find your amber hugs right
where we left off;

an open space with no spaces
with no places and no fear
no love and no hate
just a solitude
promise of being
one; skeletal proposal.

given dried peace

i was given an opportunity
to fail in my dreams ; so i did.
i whispered hate and manifested
dead skin only me and mine could
touch. flavours of the atlas dripped
into my mouth and down my
regrets ; because when i wake
i want to move without its loud
climate change.

taller than me and
not ready for me, my dreams
were dying inside
to fall free.

 

 

collar bone trust

i will not
be able
to tell you.

how long it takes to count
each breathe between us and
you became numb and eyes
became dust and dust becomes
our empty home.

i tire your cuticles; you
are free from this empty
bed.

my chest beats further away from
your drums and closer together
with my mine not me
my
mine not me.

rhythm of her hair and
coils from her skin gold
from her brows and heaven
in her glass torso;
you should have held
me closer and let the
walls die on purpose.

colours are for everyone ; black is for me

down my back into
the abyss of spinal
theories and third eye
procrastination. i met
your prelude after i
died daily. i die daily
i die daily. i told you that.

where hidden rainbows
were shy, black scales were
resting perfectly on my
paragraph torso. i am paralyzed
with grief and tormented by
by my scars. wounded by
the bruises your silent
gaze burned into my
spirit but i flourished
without this cocooned
reality.

remember the time we
opened our hearts and closed
our thoughts and said that the
space between us died?

well i wish it were true.

look at me; find me once
more so that time can finally

pass down my empty throat.

i explained me

in explosions and all i
had left was a breath taken
out of a long distance miracle.

you are my symptom from
becoming the best blue blood
my veins fired us from.
free skies hollow clouds
one word to
worlds of us.

slow movements across
us through our integrity
and fortress thunder still
in you deep rooted in our
designated foreshadow.

remember.. I told you already.
remember me.

Gavin Rossdale- Glycerine

not mine... but me

Must be your skin that I'm sinking in
Must be for real 'cause now I can feel
And I didn't mind
It's not my kind
It's not my time to wonder why
Everything's gone white
And everything's grey
Now you're here now you're away
I don't want this
Remember that
I'll never forget where you're at

Don't let the days go by
Glycerin
Glycerin

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Are you at one
Or do you lie
We live in a wheel
Where everyone steals
But when we rise it's like strawberry fields
If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste

Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
Should I have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me

Glycerin
Glycerin
Don't let the days go by
Glycerin
Don't let the days go by
Glycerin, glycerin
Glycerin, glycerin

Bad moon white again
Bad moon white again
And she falls around me
I needed you more
You wanted us less
I could not kiss just regress
It might just be
Clear simple and plain
That's just fine
That's just one of my names
Don't let the days go by
Could've been easier on you, you, you
Glycerine
Glycerine
Glycerine
Glycerine

Gavin Rossdale

crisped afloat

floating bodies forecasted
as cloudy days; we parked our
steel engines against your tide
and pretended to swim all while
playing dress up with 'fearless'.

crippled goals commit
emotional suicide by and
by; before i was even born your
smiled infected me.
you encourage my peace
and shake my core to break
free from the shackles these
high stars bruised upon my grace.

shakedown my nutrients so that
i may humble our naked breathes
towards the skies to dance and
fight the rain. to love the rain
and make love.

goodnight then goodbye

first let me in so i
can despair you with truth.
find my way with black
backward spaces beneath
the coral rain glow of my
unidentified corpse. goodnight
to her frozen lids of temper
and alone. goodbye to her
never enough and always
ending too much.

tonight i pray without me
and instead i bow my
head to your beating glory.
the diluted logic the bare
earthquake of  metal hearts
of plural bloody murals painted
by me , for inside me.

torn through the ages
into pieces worn
in understanding mornings
and disappointed nights;
let the new moons finally
glow through my opaque
omniscience in a third eye
us.