us in back pieces

colliding into my

fingers;desperate

nuances of my tethering 

soul. pieced by perfection

and stomached by an ordinary

disease- i was the one who

fathomed your real.

i

was

the

one

who determined our

velocity from past healed

goddesses to near moon

temptress. 

abide and bide down

by our river ripples

aligned destroyed

and re-purposed for our

dash between our lit

moods. 

laminate lips seduced

the ocean she birthed

our existence in;

and all the while we

want less we want more

we want us back.

 

 

hawk eyed spine

radiant blue eyed tiger
come hone me in your 
broken tiled bliss:
we are filled with fairy-tails
and hidden by truth and
lies in facts.
come dance with my 
left footed rain and disappear
when i catch your indigo
flies.

stubborn your knees upon my
structured clouds as i break
free from the sun within;
i am your thunder goddess
and i pray to the moon.

i glide by the winded spines
your meditative growth
provided me with.
a slow death of births
untitled and unforgiving
hawk eyed freedom. 

filtered matte paper hearts

bleeding zero intentions
and whole of my magics
i loved you before I married
the idol truths.
salutations abrupt our sideway
morals and a little wing flew by
with telepathic breathes.

stipulated in art;
my home is your peace.

cosmic resistance

with the wrong title;

i cover my book with 

your past in solidarity.

rivers beneath my platform 

sanctuary beneath my

alter undefined 

so much of me has gone by into withering and

stained weaknesses hither 

his falling apart pain;

i am always here to

catch us.

 

your beast inspiration

cultivated by the truth your 

beast inside roars with ambiguity 

And strength; fight for the unknown 

opaque behind me. prepared to solitude 

my drunken drumbeat unto you knowing 

why.

windows of blood and black memory fade; then the singular rising sun.

 

sandpaper home

i memory you and deceived

my left arm; ink penetrated my

metal destruction once again.

i can break waters in your heart

I can break waters in your dead

viens and feel the burn off your

eyes. leopard eyes.

storm set tilts in our

married membranes;

in a sandpaper home

we made a house.

coveted feet

waiting so long to hold you and
demised by my own glory,
we never stopped to sip the
lotus off our backs.

subsequent freedom lasers

felt apart felt free felt a paper 

cut on their hair and slowed down

their breathing. sublime poverty in

the roots of these ancestral trees and

fire off my bare neck is spiralling down a bolder soul;

my howling.

i said i was your writer;

i am in love with your

empty.

 

blue moon again

where we left off in kindred

heartbreak; forgive me, blue moon.

nothingness into apparatus of our 

euphoric salutations to the sunrise

and sunsets of our old membranes 

and darkness clouds. i grieve your

brightens and define your yellow

chakra. believe me and we can

finale a fire spirit dance upon

my blades of dilluted veined leaves.

a blue moon kiss.

again.

 

cosmic latitude

glass in my curves and stale eyes

tipsy with thrifty betrothed tears.

come on to me and dance while the hair

off my crown tilts into your dimension.

synergy fists bleeding through stoned

spines; illuminate and break freedom

into my undone omnipresent.

i call this the cosmic latitude 

i call on the cosmic latitude 

i am in yours and you are mine.

 

 

black silk feathers

followed my swollen chest

and it sleeps beside my rained on

window. subtlety washed away

my concrete tears with crowned

black shadows define who i 

want to be. 

breathe me in stale 

me out and break all the skins off

my black and whitened sketches;

bleed blue bleed blue bleed a sky

blue sky.

 

how i see you

less and more about the lies in

these dreams. it pushes my

Integrity into a box names

"she lives here". maybe i have

drowned already but into her

ego i become one with

the spaces of blue.

 

peace tattoo

writer of all things small;

i take my time with you and

cry unevenly. 

if there are trees that breathed upon

your subtle hair then let my neck 

retire, let me into your soul, whole.

pieces into one love affair of

shattered waitings for forevers

have started to appear on

our vacant walls.

we need more.

torn down to frowns with peeled

distances from every colored

shadow we defined; we 

decided to dance, so lets

fly.

colourless grief

colorful memories colourless handwriting; smaller dreams with distant heartbeats.

rolled into pieces and covered

with real course skin;

we abide by our truths and

sustain each fallen eyelash.

i am the sudden in your breathing 

particle dusted with velvet grief.

touch me in my pieces and

watch my feathers take off 

with my life long kiss.

lips.

 

 

memoir memories

in memories we sit. we sit in a memoir of

our only true elevation and wonder why

the breeze below us;

is below us.

 

he watched the silver as the sun washed his

free lined appearance shrivel in the lit concrete

street; he bent over praying for more glory in

a moments’ day.

lay with me till we die in empty skies.

see the walls around us and

close your eyes to their demise.

 

moon hands

the sun shines and my hands labor
childish pain. come through my
fingers and lets bleed for forty
days. unopened tongues await
destiny's strokes of wisdom;
cages that made benevolent
serpents fall asleep.

i am global in our love.

the universe is so small
with you in my canvas and
your paint brush strokes my skin
and i release gold.

i release.

further galleries
alluding to my aftertaste
and your serene becomes
my tall taste.
feeling your soul through
this cosmic comfort,
i am spirit running free
against your tired proportion
of our perfect
opaque scene.

i wake up with you; for you.

reading walls

together in watering snowfalls
we are deemed together: stapled
by windows. bordered with
crescent lips and moon eyes
the skin between is creeping upon
our writing.i stand still amongst
this big and small; the walls beneath
the floors are colliding into
my breathing.

words; how i missed you.

so I guess you were there

in the shadows of bold thoughts

and scarred windows. under that

disrespected willow tree my mum

hurries underneath my wool cloak;

shadows of my her.

so i breath abruptly and dillute your

winter with a fresh broken cloud and

hurried neptune green.

i want a slow branched story 

tucked underneath 

my rustic wings so that i may

fly as soon as i close the last 

page of my disaster.

 

distracted stars

i am experienced and

i am an anomaly of distracted stars.

settled and crippled and delusional

in your logic. ropes across our

foreheads and plastic dreams

are worth it no more.

subject me in your verbs;

i live better this way.

 

live faces

i have listened to your gems hidden between

your subtle lashes and lowering our heads

now will never fall apart. disappointed trees 

drowning in forgotten ethereal limbs while

we sit and stare at this broken bricked clock.

i can track your resentment and treat your 

gold with fairy dusted psalms; i will read to

you slow and listen to you strong.

 

dry wrists

around my wrists dry moisture of what was before

the smearing of ashes spread across your sky

i am deliberate in these words and i have forgotten 

how to be subtle in your vacant

eyes; remembering our canvas

on oil and knuckle sand.

 

full broken moons

i am officially on to your specs;
each and every star broken
masterpiece your fingertips
have wised. fever- driven
escapades dreaming in a
dreary synonym provided me
with her tiny inspiration.

i can space out my thoughts
but then i will never find you
in my truth; i hope you will understand
my black and white before the
full moon approaches our window
again.

 

more than forbidden

ok; i will keep trying

in your white oasis till you

abide by my rules. broken 

chained, back and forth

rules. more than we ever

are forbidden to dream with;

solitude palms.

awake with military 

eyes at the back

of our paragraph in the middle of

this sentence. when can i

start ordering backwards 

and leaning forward on your 

intention ; i am hungry.

 

 

silk windows

catch my fall and watch as

i fail to release my air;

distance never pleases me.

lectican mornings capped with

forgotten tears and all i ever

 saw was the black; all i ever see

is empty. spiralled frustrations 

delegate my stapled eyes and

torn- apart magic figures me

away. we are altered in ways

that define our deformities and

pressed on to silk windows we

are an abstract us with more

than light.

 

storm

let the rain catch our deformed

strands of love while we anticipate

longer waits. we waited long

enough so let's not wait anymore;

we waited for nothing.

let's run in our open clouds and dance

atop their morning rained on beads;

drifting and alone the pearls are

rolling free. where i and you miss

the rain, that is where the rainbow

feeds off us. this is where i will lay 

down our lies of us and awake

the storms of our real.

 

cactus metal heartbeat

authenticated blue distracting

everything we ever found to be

honest in this world; hearts

beating fast and ceramic rainbows

are bleeding seasons. and we,

we are destroying freedoms. 

look what thunder reaches upon

our gilded butterflies;

we are magic in our realm.

you and i, we are magicians

awakened by our distant

crying wounds.

rustic molasses threatening

my dreaming while i sleep

in your arms and dance with

your senses. i am in your 

derivative already;

already attached to your

limbs.

 

stagnant sparkles

stagnant sparkles against

my window; the stars are

stuck in between our lashes

and framed on these

glass walls. hold high my

valued intentions because we

believed the circle fell apart.

i sacrificed my walls for you and

trampled over our hearts

with beating calligraphy 

ocean waves; we

failed to capitalize our written.

we failed to memorize

our intentions. one day

ago i fought your lowered 

demise and today i promise

not to live and suffer but to

love and live.

 

 

indian goddess soul

as we collide into cosmic marble

isles we distance our third eye

to watch our air dance free;

the skies sung purple tonight.

she closed her eyes and

i was inspired to let my leaves

take me higher and freer 

and more desperate than

before. grey stained curtain

blades sharpen my coma and

i feel living breathing again.

yes; living breathing again.

english heart; indian goddess 

soul. 

 

drug deal me

drug dealing my awkward

silences for detailed eyelashes

and we are still sleeping;

cure me with your cloudy 

palms. birds feathering our

remorse and we believe in

our rooted chakras once again.

pardon my alive as i enter

this darkened sunrise.

 

goddess freedom of tears

angered wings dented

with a soul on fire. where do

you go in your freedom where

so you stop where do you feel

from; i am so in love you

my perfect mermaid goddess.

i've tried to capture you but

all i can see from this distance

is your eyes in the universal sea.

seas are climbing upon us and

tortured sands destroy each other's

pain. that's where you came from my 

love, that is the place that made you

into my awake. my freedom

of tears my freedom of tears

my freedom of tears.

 

inertia

i am inertia

without a  single flying

star; i am comet relieved

of thunderstorm desires. i am 

hurt in your hurt i am

heat in your cold i am 

flying in your rain wind

and fasting in your

thirst.

 

winter behind us

elongated wrists are bruised

upon our strengths and plural

eyes no longer fixate on my sanksrit;

particle grass blades swiftly abide

our truths.

i wrote long and hard as the winter

behind our ears, but nothing, nothing

compares to this black on white

this new breath of air you break free;

broken freedom.

 

swallowed

do your eyes understand how

far my lashes are willing to swim;

beyond a sequenced dragonfly.

i dreamt of your open cloud

atlas and woke to my subtitled

glory. subtle notes underline

the floating nerves of our past lives

as we sit and close our fists;

we open our eye to those eyes.

steadfast my morning breathes

into long eclipsed moons. 

 

made together in aparts; God bless this man

 

soul as its' pen

let the tide fold backwards

and release our passions against

this purple moon.we are celebrated

cosmic fires and dissolved into

mimed planets. i've run out of art

and you can't help me find the sky;

it will always rise.

i am crying with ancient tears and

as they stroll down me;

they become my now.

steadfast and i behold

the universe as my paper

and my soul as its’ pen.

it is easy to fill my body

with your empty noise but i

cannot stare into the outside 

of this indigo any longer.

i crave your skin be 

sealed with mine 

mine and thine at one 

omniscient

as we once were 

and 

never were.

 

surrender

there were surrenders that

happened before my off beat

became real. indigo diagnoses

portrayed just how far we bled

and when your branched remorse held

on to mine we were the last

butterflies that 

tornado falsed the skies.

 

eye

she folded their eyes so
that they could see her
particle freedom dancer
glowing beside our wings;
blessed be the day you
came to never leave
my truth. immaculate tresses
fall free from northern leaves
and its' shadow held on to
my withered arm. i let
go to finally breathe out
and close my eyes to open
my eye.

again

because i was broken and terrified
of our leaves that were filtered through
acid rain; our tears were dancing with
the rain’s acid. you should have
warned me to be free before
this destruction; instead i
killed my self to be free
at last. more than the wind we
we were the reasons behind
alive. to write in you again
without sacrificing my
peaceful stars was heaven
proclaiming to be mine.
if you stop capitalizing me we
may never meet again.
until than i will trust your
abrupt stops and dance
with your nameless lives.

freedom of tears

freedom of tears and disappointed

trees wave goodbye to her fragility

line hands. sucked in by mothers

winds and blown away by my

eyes. my meaningful parted 

eyes. i've caterpillar’d to your 

sewn limbs before but just never 

heard that truth again. the one

where you let me be me then 

didn't let me be free. 

i don't want to compromise bold

bald love for your neglect. 

and then... i realized he clipped

my wings... only to make them grow 

stronger and i am free of the words

free of free

just here without them and here

with you. freedom.

a beat of a heart beat

blank lashes with no regrets

just the outside breathes of our

sabbatical rust.  we filtered each

stone until our tears fell

through the lonely cracks of our 

utopia.  when we collapsed fragrances

from the earth's resistance fell upon my

nerves and our green borders collapsed;

a beat of a heart a beat of a heart.   

i was your artist

but before i go, let's meet. 

before the tide ends 

short beneath our new 

beginning. when change was 

the only constant I disrupted 

its natural course and deprived 

my skin from bleeding its own 

black; forgive me, i thought 

i was your artist.  

eyes soaring

i am rhythmic to your eyes and 

weakened by your knees.

stubborn to your anecdotal tears 

and reverent in your telepathic soul. 

we found each other again and 

time is on our ends' again.

so as you did before, and before

and before; we will soar into

our indigo skies and carry our

forever broken wings. we are the each

in our others' realm. we are the

each in us the one in us we are

lovers from a different place,

we are the earth before this

earth. 

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. 

prayer

i am shortened by your immense

sideline eyes i am elongated by how

we fell in distance love. we faced

forward in our fury and neglect came 

as a ruined temple seated in our

runaway lap. lowercase tears

manifest in his heavy hands and    

carefree fallens. stale fatigue

runs deep through our veins .

read me your cares and ill

façade your worried palms

and disappear with everything 

and nothing.

loud skin

we are loud and indispensable

we are air of breaths taken

last and water that rain did not

hug while coming down. serpents

of indigo hues manifest our errections

and our posture is now complete.   

shadow home

i shared my clouds with you 

and before we touched

faith with our sceptical 

fists; the devastation sung

us a lipid  lullaby. fragmented

eyelashes done wrong by 

our wits end and the first

shooting star aligneds with 

her innocence. peeled off 

notions leave us motionless

and unto the next ever after;

we are all the seasons' 

face down 

indigo cement

i am society's 

rustic widower;  indigo

cement with infinity wings.

determined palms will cross

over and tie into the other

worlds' freedom because i

am broken skins' dried 

breathing. lost in words

because the space was too

big for us. the i miss you

was too small for us.

 

sundried canopy

black bird in a night

sunrisen cloud; i see clearer

now that you are free. misspelled

contours of space and brick eyes

elevated our calligraphy hearts into

the knowing of grey scaled skies.

i am reminded to stay still and 

breathe slow towards you;

you, my magical utopia, you,

my sundried canopy.