If I die tomorrow, please don't confine me in a half-hearted casket, never send me a dying flower, a condolence, and never a tear.
I am not a tragedy.
Instead...grind my bones to powder and sprinkle them to the air. Let me breathe the breath of the many I have wanted to comfort.
Let me graze upon their cheek and ruffle their hair. I want to let them know that I still care though I'm not there with them.
That I can touch them, and hold them dearly
and whisper in their hearts...
"I love you"
still in the same way I do now
and so much more tomorrow.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
If ever I leave the place where you enter and both of us can never see the other,
always remember that even if my feet might never meet yours, it will follow them.
And they shall walk together, no matter how apart.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 6:56 AM UTC
fate is but a mist
blaring fiercely with its breath
unto eyes of days
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
Can I live
through skin and bones
and not have soul within
Or shall I be
a floating mist
with no more touching skin
Will I run
the spinning world
with feet to plant the ground
Or will I rot
with breezing scent
and not have sprung a sound
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
The eye of my blood blinks crimsons
And sweat thick nuggets of gold
It glistens through sheens of purple
And flickers when it be so bold
It throbs with pulses of grayness
So stricken in pain and sore
It ravages pitches of black
And swallow it dark even more
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
I once had fooled a shadow
It looked not where as I
Its eyes captured horizons
Mine voyaged the sky
Then las we locked sight
Ran deep in sinking stare
Our eyes now stranded
Our minds roamed elsewhere
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
Wrap the bones
of wicked men
and gravel it below
Coat with sand
and dampened soil
nay let a white bestow
Sow a seed
of blossom blood
in center of the ground
Watch it spread
to heaven's eye
'til no grave is to found
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
The eyes are threads of rivers
flown rapidly through skies
The mind, a straying cricket
sailing leaf-bound as it cries
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
Let the walls run deep
into the stairwells of vision
Let the walls fall through
below the rivers of noise
Let the walls soar by
over massing clouds of scent
Let the walls be still
'til one small word is spent
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC
it was his sudden touch
that sprung my heart within
my scalded blood drips endlessly
unto his burning skin
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC