folded butterfly wings

its permanent, it is not meant o unfold

like your plasticity of a dosage,

a clear before and after,

a distinct wet to dry.

no, it will not unfold.

i am a forever in this way

but a never in your eyes

because sometimes a butterfly's wing

is broken

and she keeps

flying with a strength

filled

void. 

i am remembered

and all that matters is

that i read all her streams of

cherry blossom losses and

Billie Holiday on repeat. 

i apologize

to your silence and i am 

embarrassed

to lead these small lashes 

penetrated with baby pink,

boiled, dreams, 

full of

life.

i am collected with

warmer words

and closer

closed wombs.

red eagle eyes

i was delivered by black seeds

of pink flesh.

lottery of dried flowers are

torn between our toes and my

palms are inaugurated. 

staggered words because i

erected my back and bleed 

clean

water.

we were never there

maybe, the artist only knew how

to paint her with

clenching her fists. hair mimicking

the clouded nightmares

of his brush stroke and

her cordial screams.

i am lower-cased flowers

orbiting an indigo chakra;

my organs shiver

and smile. i am displaced by

your empty clouds and the

full moon is wrapped around

my neck.

solitude flame

because from the ashes

you will hear me 

breathing one, single,

life. even the colors they made

divide and conquer

to

rule the white

rule the black

face the wall so

we can blindfold your

blood. 

unhinged sleep

 walking among the dread of

each potent crime; where your religion

killed our religion and the religion 

sacrificed

love. 

do not worry, my littles,

i will never set you apart.

we were born in her green

and blue arm eyes

and will die and re-birth in

her brown velvet.

love

is my 

faith.

what dangles

what dangles in front of them 

distracted distance. feathers ripped

from our first truthful soil. 

in our human sun, we deny the 

omniscience of unbalanced eye

glares. feminine power was killed

and the violence

suites me.

because i am the poet

you 

tried

to

hush.

in a room full of butterflies

i am clipped 

forgiven and privileged 

in private consoles.

my cocoon smells like

nightingale grass who's eyes

are still closed from

my screaming.

i have scratched my lungs to breathe

you in and my acid from your stiff swearing

leaves numb but fragile 

stains.

i am now as severed as these paragraphs;

separate and

loud

and

loved.

 

carry me to the moon

because I fell apart and my shadow 

wanted a clear suicidal breath.

i locked my hair.

i loved you.

i fall behind.

i am not lost

i am just untangling

my wings.

then, my fairy

we can continue our

garden of empty walls

and full poems.

plagiarized vocal

i started creating a moment

then shaking off my anxiety came clean.

i tripped pver my elevated worry lines and

calmed the chores to performance 

perfection 

maybe we should let the rain shrink

our forbidden so we can break off

the forgotten. 

lava eyes

i skated through your glads

eyes, only to find melted distance. 

maps of our children commenced in

decades of slow dancing;

a lovers stone easily tumbled.

lava eyes and blood glass.

storms of chipped grass and mountain edges

have slowly moved castle wars and muted concerts.

i am concerned in capitals but keep letting you glide on thr beliefs,

that it was a delightful mistake.

we share ourselves in light magic

we share the same air and pant when

the lilies die, 

in the same breathing. 

with matte colored eyes 

desperate to close their third mouth;

i noonger salivate with your downward

thoughts. i sing through our cracked skin

and listen with open light.

light magic is here to stay.

green aura'd space is here to stay. 

unconditional love and giving thereby thereby thereby is now and forever.

i am here. 

born again.

dispersed

vandalized and corporate 

without any doubts of removing 

the edges.

poverty chases us and we rather

burn alive then die alone in

love.

i lost you and remembered us.

i found you and lost you with my

wordless and nothingness that was caught between our empty repetition. 

i will change it and soften my

clenched fists that wrap around 

the thickness of past air.

and there, a multicultural boat

will take us back home.

i'll save you from her

because her rubber eyes are closed

and childhood has survived us all.

worthy dress pants are hung and

basement stench has turned to

dusted gold. we bought our freedom 

and hugged our family's wobbly 

legs.

but,  i am alive to see them

collide into my stiff neck

open heart 

closed fears.

love story

famished shoes

running with wrong turns

x-ray sidewalks and dances without 

toes.

drained shelters black masks

tired love. love stories

for the navy blue skies.

metal words with courage to drag

her baby pink plastic suite case 

on wheels scared for their lives.

love stories for all, and

none.

cotton death

we can always begin again.

begin in the circumference of

heated hate 

and crash into our own

walls without getting burned.

bleached eyes and eclipsed hearts;

what if we drew out our

heart valves larger than the

fake curves?

i do.

back to clean my waves

as i wanted to, i said goodbye.
i walked through the opaque noise
and kept listening
even though i knew better
feathers were being plucked off
my back and my arms stopped breathing.
i folded into wasp bites and the paper
trail bled out; dry closed eyes.

i am sorry we collided- you and i.
i should have held you closer
while the wisest of the blind
fell over my pain.
bloody regrets
now dried up as forever
roses with spineless
thorns.

sorry won't be enough.
living will.

tell me when the sky is purple

because no one does this anymore;
they travel unto our fingertips
and delete the human velvets off
their core, and into my

corpse bleeding with delusions.

and so,

i am freed in your farm-filled
intentions.
his response was loud silence 
slowly justified.
slow movements of law and
lotus a fortress of forgiving
veins standing crooked,
perfectly. 

poem piercings

if i die now,

the holes will never heal

and the swollen

will swallow their deep,

closed mouthed 

breathes.

midnight openings 

that peirce us will reunite 

me, and i.

stapled with shining hurt,

because I am falling apart

and your arms are no longer 

stoned enough. 

i enjoyed our airbrushed 

cyclical 

submerging; it is over

now.

you're breath has wings...

i've never met that before. 

thank you.

built

we built this whole life together 

but, or, and- the wolf blew it away.

now we're standing on our open,

dusted, graves and its only then we realize, 

there are two.

then we disappeared.

just

just a dusted, tangled triangle, 

covered up with flags. 

i count on the love of fear

to tear them all apart; 

i needed to mend 

them like before. 

i am so free in you that i 

lost my ducts of clarity

oceans..my mini oceans

that were made just for me,

inside me by me.

i am no longer sorry

for an ocean, white and black.

an ocean so deep your temporary

arms were never ready to swim

through, just a surfaced, sunlit, conceited

platform for your contradicting art.

you never wanted to go deeper,

into the dark unknown depths of my tears,

so, i waved goodbye. waved bye. waved,

a wave so surfaced, you left before

the storm was over. 

new blacks and whites

i will escape you and ask

for time to disappear.

while you contextualize that empty space,

memorize this catastrophic silence.

we will re-collapse and then...

then we will know what was

true.