found my body last night
the first time in months
after getting a covid test
and watching Eat, Pray, Love
unrolled my yoga mat
lit a candle
painted white my
unfinished canvas
made anew against all things fear
then slept and dreamt
of Hawaii
all in one breath
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 8:53 PM UTC
My words come from far away
I’d like to think
A place best kept in murmurs
Mere sighs from within
When I write it screams
Shouts from that land
Dusked by tenfold
When gold
I saw starlit
We are conduits
Essence grand
Emotions otherworldly
Outer space’s illusion
Humanity a vision
Reciting sacred
In hopes of deciphering
By potions of syllables
Be my purpose
Messengers of superstition
Begun in slumber
Ours only
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
Translucent girl
Translucent me
Translucent world
Translucent sea
Such avail
A translucent sought
For hidden pain
Pretended no more
A babe brought by waves
Could so be judged
Misery mistaken
Horribly taken
Translucent blasphemy
Translucent pride
Translucent tragedy
Translucent snide
When they turned,
Peaked a quick one
Drumming their feet
None could speak
For what three beheld
Translucently
A sight to see
Translucent pill
Translucent sheep
Translucent will
Translucent weep
Honeydew eyelids
Empty gaze a siege
You whisper
Am I real
Then go and gone you went
Translucent glory
Translucent faith
Translucent worry
Translucent escape
Invisible enemy
Transparent therapy
Accordion of luminous
Power indeed
Translucent demise
Translucent sworn
Translucent despise
Translucent reborn
I deem you no one brightly
Profusely
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC
Oh such ****** furiousness
in between the blank that takes seat
upon all their visages
riposte of an allured nature
disproportionate, fleeting feeling
the shake, shiver of their spines
makes way to sparse skies and
an illiterate disguise
fathom me, play me
adore me as you please
until the inaudible laughs the
mocking I so endure
inside, subsides
to meagerness
until, like the ground
my veins turn cold
and a cackle infinitely
escapes my lungs
sensibility became betrayal
just as fire,
flame so eager to please
at the least,
where I ****** rebuild now,
sunlight again begins
to render lasting days
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 9:13 PM UTC
in my words,
they found solace
an uproot
purge of wild-powers
why can't I
be walking on ceilings
Rage Rage Rage
tricked to think
the float is insanity
and finally a contact
from my beloved
invisible, unsuspected
desires of virtue
whilst entailed
with sister tremors,
you cross, draw on me,
make translucent hearts
of my wrists
for how long shall
your marks not rinse
in my dreams I am you
and you me
repair my lucidity
as the damp ornate
sacrilege overcomes
all that we've forever
rarely been
every semblance is lost,
scramming towards dust
maybe there I'll
be able to scream
play my tempered,
vicious songs
to earn distaste,
a glance from strangers
fuzzy teenaged tendency
of trailing a
finger on walls
why do they
despise of the essence?
that won't ever reach,
merit a place
at the bottom precious
my box
filled of nick-nacks
and for fewer decaying
fevers and marvels
of eternity,
when keeping sanity
as a raid
against truth-telling
but it won't matter when
the world forgets
and would-be birds
still sing profanities
in echoes of a symphony
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
Gushing fields drown all worries,
With only the driftwood of tree branches to consume me
To run on waters so vivid, scintillate,
Surrounded, cherished by the depts
Of fleas and an eerie fortress of trees
They might capture whatever feeling of freedom
Remain in my feet
Lying on a poem of grass and glass shards,
My back melded to the earth,
And my gaze absorbed in ethereal blue
Let the living things feel my skin, my hair, my touch,
The leftovers of my existence
Might I let myself race
With the flight and flocks of beings
Losing, tripping in a whirlwind of sunlight,
Bright beam of joy and fear of hills
Why this adrenaline in me?
Why this rush of floods,
Of pain in my hips and smile,
But never a tear of numbness?
I can only feel
As I always will
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
Rancune,
Renflement d'un cauchemar vampirique
Je me ronge les ongles, puis
Je ferme les yeux
Que vois-je?
L'art
Le virevoltant vert,
Mousse et fougère
Puis le sang,
Une éclaboussure de mort et d'entrailles de poisson
Nourris-moi aux vers
Laisse mes yeux aux corbeaux
Pissenlit maléfique
Une odeur impassible,
Dans une nature grandiose
Quoiqu'incompréhensible
J'inspire la poussière,
Épine d'une plante pacifique, inondée
Au bout du rocher là
À l'horizon
Rejoins les étoiles
La noirceur d'un épilogue,
Continuation de mille contes
Sans transpiration d'une réelle émotion
Remue les orteils de ta jeunesse,
Et réinvente l'univers
Être à l'abandon,
Isolement et sacrilège d'une fréquence,
À pain garni de sucré
J'imagine une confiance
Enfuis-toi,
Enfuis-toi **** de moi
Avant que je te défigure,
Avant que je te coupe,
Avant que je cherche à l'infini
Pour l'affection d'une malheureuse
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
Promène-moi au long du fleuve
Inonde-moi à la rive
La reliure du livre,
Mainte fois épanoui comme
L'envergure d'une danseuse,
Déchirée par la pluie
Interpelle mon nom
Sur tes lèvres noyés,
et que je ne manque le chaos qui
m'attendait d'ailleurs, hier soir
Hommage d'un papillon,
Choyé par la lueur clignotante,
Un mensonge, une trahison atroce
Que quiconque n'essaie de dévorer ma démise
Je ne suis que vent, tempête, ouragan
Une bête ensorcelée,
Éternelle à la douleur
Puisse que tenace de jeunesse,
Et crise de nulle part,
Nous entrelace les mains dans la terre
Faites que je me retrouve six pieds sous la mer
Perdre sa langue,
Que sois chose plus pire
Que perdre sa voix,
Et ne plus pouvoir dormir
Toute qu'une brume
Triomphant l'aube, et
La chair de mon sang
Aussi fatal que le sifflement,
Le sifflement du vent
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
Iron deficiency and an unbeknownst need to empty
Dig back into the shell,
Flesh form of multicolored spite
I live an all-over-the-place life,
Tumbling and splaying onto the kitchen floor
But I love that of myself,
For I shall always be happy
Even in dismay and catastrophe
An idealist floating in a sea of imperfections
It is my shelter,
By means of harm for comfort
Imprisoned in a loop of false awakenings,
It is only when the sun plays with my fingertips that I know
Sweet symphony of lights and green,
Soil of my existence in an ever-dim frequency
I could sit in its touch endlessly
But would heat still kiss my surface
Open up the blinds,
Open up my legs
And frost will clear all that is bruised
The unwritten maps that are my thighs,
Forever imprinted as a reminder of the river
That overflowed far past the meadows
In shades of white and painted tears
I will bleed
Leaving nothing behind but cold sunlight
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
They stole my name,
The gratitude I offered
When others made me feel in the likes of a being
Flow of pure and cryptid in my mind
Blown to bits by flies
Swatting until they fall
In the stick,
Slick tears tangled in my brows
Upside down I starve,
But do not let my satisfaction command your hunger,
For hope might heal a new me
Will my words leak,
Like sloppy ink on the sheets
Or will silence rule in the crook of my neck,
Edging a sob and maybe nothing worth calling music at all
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC