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.

 

 

solidified moon lust

my aura glistened this morning
and a lullaby flew past our
hollow hearts and broken down
walls.

grief erupted outside our
closed window eyes and i ran
outside with bare feet and planned
ignorance.
white ice clouds danced beneath
my skins; i am a butterfly wing
tilted, resting, breathing.

northern lights bring
me home and as i contemplate
which moonstone to paint
unto her ether;
panicked starlit ceilings
will disappear and
bring us the darkest
longest
furthest latitude of
earth.

we will close our windows and
open our lungs.
we will breathe her in in wise strides
and home sweet home
pearls.

mountian lines

cried with our water
and diluted the sun beams of
my wrinkled forehead;
the windstorm cleared my
conscious and now i can feel
you how i feel.

parched books bleeding
with soft grey ink and orange
opal tongues are filtering
what i was going to say
what i was going to
say.

lavender cobras are piercing
my spine. my older spine
has rested in your volcanic debree
and our hands crossed paths
before my feet touched
her subtle grounds.

earth child with more opinions
than words.
than poems written
by me.

beautiful normal

peaceful mountains where we
cross our hands and pray to
the middle of our days;
ice storm eyes and
sunset breathing.

clutched fists fostering
naked beliefs in rivers
flavored with
rainbow pain
open heart
close fists
i am me in all forms
of mortar brick
and rotating
skins.

naked moon

rest on my chin's grin
and flee free from this corpse
smile you called home.

a moon shined on my back
and my torso bend against
the lonely stars;
waiting on opaque
and writing bigger worlds
with star lit snowflakes.

a poem written with shadows of
our ancestry; chain links erased
all of the periods and opened
up the white space,
again.

so i will sit naked on the moon and
let the written come back...
slowly against our pores;
the moon and mines and ours.

one heart beating twice

i am the eye within your
omniscient yellow frame
walking towards the giants
you called laughter.

you mocked my pain
and now i speak to you;
i thought you left all of
me inside that grey car
that one night
that last day we cried.

dear now, sit with me so
we can dispel his black aura
and sit with me till we realize
our past lives karmic roots;
i have started to hear the jasper
birds.

with my lap on yours and your
thought against my chest we will
fly; because the dead can dance
too.

hold me tighter than before
its all leaving me so hold me
all.

saved fractures

i am saving these fractures
within us
for stars with edges free
of pointed anger.

open hearted emerald
singing against the blue new
of tomorrow; i held the bleeding
of our past lives there and my crossed
legs numbed your black eyes.

i am your performance on the
shadow you laid out
with custard warning signs
and bitter blames;
i was dancing the whole
time; i was twirling through
our timeless.

let go of your arms

and beneath the thin air of
stagnant kisses and potent cries;
we will live a longer lie.

thrive off our penalties where
swelling crystals will ground
our jasper toes;
anarchists never touched my
soul.

apart from these parts in world
we are freedom singing twirls
waiting to land. i pray for
you and i die for your
daily.

crying dry years

crying dry years of matte
facial expressions from your
mute chest and deaf eyes.
help me find the moon so that
i may ravish in your glowing
waterless falls of tears in gas
of grass and dead seas. i preview

you and moon your rain to

proceed us unto glorified

mountain's full of hated

memoirs. a memory of the

minority in us as we sip

the cree of our ancestral

trees. i wake around your

periphery and dance with

untamed

lights crying dry years

of pain and trough those tunnels we

forget about those tunnels we

forgot about.

but i in i and you

in i. omniscient children

of star struck tunnels

made by my inner guiding 

crystals freedom parted

seas of beyond and supreme 

of meaningless waves of

ducked in earths;

moon eyed deaths.

creamed ballet

running toward you with
creamed ballet eyes and crammed
open lips.
circumferenced around your

shortened waist we begin to

use our flurried eyes; disturbed

inside and without our marriage.

where our doting heirloom 

eyes meet and our patience 

levitate with steamed tables

and portioned laughter.

by and by we are strengthened 

with our monuments and 

my stars are aligned with

us.

spending timeless

what if we spend our entire
timeless together unknowingly;
cold-pressed my apple eyes
and lids started crumbling apart
words started falling together and
the winter nights started condoning
the uneventful peace storms.

peace storms. your body and
mine together in harmonic
strides of unopened pits of
sweetened dates and sleeping
dares.
the end of us started
today.

 

 

peace core

butterfly wings; signs of hope
against the base of my crooked spine
spiced with stars and dreams of floral
life softening necklaces. flavored
with grief adorned by the rained on
petals we are never apart from our
anecdotes. lest we are forgotten by
the dooms of our depressed palms
unwilling and fearless all at the same
timeless.

walk on fire with me and watch
our frosted eyes glow
with new direction
with smaller jade
in our hearts.

i forgot you raw

a ring of absence in our fatigued
planet; home of where the heart
beat broke.

we wake up without leaves and
sleep with empty branches
nestled in our framed arms.
ive coated the beauty with
this grey'd lenses disturbed by
an unintentional poised
indigo; I forgot you raw.

snowfall warmth within;
steadfast amethyst release
my blind wings.

gratitude

give me you and watch
how my opal breathes again
when i submit to all your prism
colored obediences;
then I will sleep.
we slept awake and away
searched for distances we no
longer hid from each paper train.

of our minds we deepen our good
morning strands and forget that we
are strangers dancing in her flying
dreams.

 

 

i am sorry

i am sorry that I left
you alone;
but it reminded me of my
remains and the plaid
memories that i sleep
with.

i am sorry I landed on your
corrupted lashes and i blinded
your seashore eyes into sore,
sore, fists.

the fishes are erupting our
net ladders and given no choice but
to hold their crystal breathes into
dessert tears. fill me with raw wool
and see how it feels when i skin
you alive.

i will breathe life into once more...

i come in peace ; i am imperfection.
but i am with you.

regardless

empty hole with

beaming sunrise quartz

laid against my sanity;

blown away among the trees

and fire earth wind water succumb

to the knowing, land.

to the knotted grief

untied to our truths and

hallow freedom designed by

this jade; opal eyes

filled with river tears and

at the hand of all her rainbows

i can breathe.

...she tilted her head towards

the blue moon heartbeat

of my heartbeat.

deserted

i am the fearless skin eroded
by intuition corruption and logical
deaths. timeless freckles and diluted
collagen smiles hold fast to my
past lives one
by one.


drooling eyelids with
disabled fallopian tubes wrapped
around the poison of her eye...


stubborn rain falls sideways
and the orbital around my damp
wrists no longer opaque with lies
off lies of me.


lay here with me and i will start
to show each matter of fact the
truth stars. moonlit and phantom
foggy winds caress our pregnant
homes.

 

i end and you feel

i collaborate with
your labyrinth ends and the texture
of this gasping air chokes your next
step. uneasy strides towards the
structured lotus posture our backs
have forgotten to sit with.


effortless sweat falls off our
wrists drenched in black inked
midnights. caress me find me
intertwine with me whole..


then adapt me into your lines
as i freedom breathe each
nothing.

every cell

bound by my cells i am ruptured
in your falling of eyes and helpless in
your moments of despair.
quant flies with butterfly wings
console our wide casted nets;
cages with miracles imbedded
further and clearer and
my eyes have healed from the
organized lava this chain fed
me.

give me your freedom and love

me till the clouds fall apart and

inside the abyss of shiny metallic

nightingale songs.

with rained on flames

we are separated eyes that

breathe in one indigo realm...

and breathe out infinity

fatigued lava lit

nothings.

 

meaningful misspelled

time has no patience no
remorse no favorite
color place or scent;
it has me now it breathes
in gas it breathes out
disappointment in light
pink skies.


it becomes a line
straightened out by intuition
and tormented by logic
that i failed
i failed i failed.


so where suddenly becomes
potent and memories become
suicidal, we collaborate
with scars from the past
and never yet prayers
for my moment
with you.

tap into inside

tap into inside me
and when i reach over to
pick up your dance from
the thin air your angry created
i will subtle your tides and confront
my enemy; my indigo turned black.


black nails scratching against
a repetitive wall where the
steal handles once seated my
salt-water tears;
now i bleed nothing reds and
i forgive each skin as it falls off-
falls free from freedom free of its'
word free from this writing
this word that i feel.


nourish my back as i breathe you
in as i breathe her out as i
welcome them here as i pronounce
their death as i open your heart
as i close my wounds as i live to die
daily as i free my daylight eyes
and close them for the first time,
into a last-time black.
blank.
empty; omniscience.

cultured skin

dripping antiques
off my fingertips and into
your black ballad of tears;
I created a culture in your
seams of appreciation and
lost laced leaves while i
was digging for truth.

and unto me you fluttered
your desperate wings of
curated beliefs and nutty clouds
all packed into an eyelid ;
closed for the seasons.

inside of you i find our meaning
and if you come closer to this blue
i fear your omniscient opal
thoughts will die in a drowned
temptation of fury and delightful
curiosity. wagon of dreams
sweetened with a fractioned pear.

inside of me.

can i need

can i need you more
than thin tan lines across
our garden of course forevers;
where empties and heartbeats
collide.

where i am; a this in the salvation of
our morning elbow dance and
fight to free my intentions into
space.

the mystery of this life

underlined once again with

a repetition and tear falling

in between the word an its'

rhyme.

so I walk away and hug a solitude

air born memory; goodbye tomorrow

I will never hold your forever again.

I will forever space out these capital i's

and always miss these 

distant eyes.

 

separated skies

when we were born
the skies parted and made
a velvet valley for cried in rivers
and monogamous rain.


vague nerves attend our
funeral as we wash your dried leaves
of inspiration off our memory;
you held our dreams and sewed
them to our today. masked the
ether into an omniscient bird
song we leaped into your faithful trunk
and redeemed ourselves onto
your tired arms; thank you for
your magic.
the dream was looking down on
you the day you separated
our skies.

nude water

i know you now
more than ever there
is no we; you are everywhere
and everything i ever wanted.
beneath my black wishes i found
thin lines on my laughter and foreign
decaying prolonged my growing toward
you. and that was why we could not move
this is why we will not stand alone.
i removed my heart and placed it on
my temporary branches leaning behind
our cold feet.
dare me to fly without you
because  i won't move
i am no longer waiting for our vedas
to rewrite freedom.

 

 

medicne

magic. magik;
medicinal throats
lumped together with
indigo future's and
black pasts.


my shadow was your
how to- the anxious mornings
we died in us we breathed in
our numb.


tombs of unopened
red capsules waiting for
blood to pour over our damned
walls and crated fears;
crated regrets of created
here and nows'.

ceramic limbs

just as it was;
alone greys with popular
tears.
you let your breathing die
inside you and instead i chose
the capital eye.
wash away with me in difficult
times we went straight towards the
isolated narrow between us ;
how magical it would be to
stare our freedom away in
store our own lives in harmonious
spines.
indian indigo; indiginous
freedom.

 

torn

torn apart for my eyes to see
for my strength to bleed
powerless over yours;
dusted tears remembering.

i will begin and end where our
laugh lines connected where
the lines of laughter
were ours alone.

then distance woke up from
her long term relationship and
our marriage behind brick
and soft stars; I wished upon
your dry ready hands and together
we are never
apart. we are torn
together in this space
between us;
forever kisses .

 

 

cut open

cut open across our faded facial
metamorphosis we realign ourselves
with the dormant presses of a
lost and found smile; a dream worth
dreaming for.

broken angel wings cover
my eyes and beg my future
for forgiveness . i told you a
story and you blamed me for
crying dry years of dark matter.

i spoke too early and
spirited away too late...

condemned air

that i breathe in and out
that you brought back and
forth and our chairs grew
strong but our legs
ran free.


this is the story of
us; our separate
us.


these gaps are the
fulfillment voids that
each master created when
they believed in our
opaque eyes and velvet
heart beats. beats of
heart and shifts from your
every bodily movement;
in and out.


black chair waiting for my
collaboration of indigo
and disruptive laugh lines
to suddenly my
memory.

starting with his adolecent beard

and ending off with your
cold hands and subtle
streaks of pain and old
fairytales, i am condemned
by our knowledge and
distance from each passing
enslaved rainbow.


i remove shackles on
my daily and my memory
is inside your prayer hands
and my lit up temples.
bodily fluid is running out
of places to run to so i will
let it puddle my whole
into a state; golden
nuggets in the smallest
unit of existence
fair with poison and
healing.

my way

written before i imagine
you here where you were
always meant to be.
samples to plea about
our us and in this abyss we
correlate each other's laugh
lines with our unsteady
aura towers.
a meaningful flute with eyes
flying by our sonata while
forgetting its' core destination.
sometimes, we fall apart and always
we are on that same bridge
where brokens and togethers
are irrelevant to the space
between us that never
exists.