for i am a collector, seeker of beauty
appeal drools out of the pockets of my mind
death creates an entry to preserve, why must a take
this chance for granted?
for i am a collector, i take what i see,
and reform its original refinement by nature itself
a life form is only dead if one preserves it to be, taken to a frame,
it creates a form of life on its own
unable to move, unable to gaze,
but able to be wondered and admired by others
that is life, if it sparks a mind then surely
it does so within itself
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
sweet
heart over mind
the words glistened
amid the cool air
nerveless hands
move as they please
a teenage wonder
cast into reality
curated from hearts of the mindless
now crowded with unfamiliarity
met with a stranger's gaze
bare trees brought forth
with my honey lemon tea
and a newly found haunting
lingers in my captive mind
bitter
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
teenage love is mindless
taken past the heart
before the conscious
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
maybe if my eyes
poured out the weight
and time of love
they would be looked at
by yours
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC
back then,
i used to be afraid
of the darkness
and what lurked
within it
now,
it isn't the darkness
that alarms me
but the mere thoughts
that come stray
behind it
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
i watched,
as the words turned to a
heap of blackness
it bled through pages
amongst hinges
along binding
staring,
i viewed something that once was
in wonder
in realization
words can easily be diminished
and be simply just
if not taken passed the mind and
heart first
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
i once was asked to describe him
to explain the aspects that rendered me
feeble, restless
for i was unable to answer
i'll give you
this
his eyes,
hues pulled straight out of a sunset lulled together
to create his golden honey palette
the ones that have me trapped
in a whirlwind of mania
his structure,
created from stardust
taken from only the brightest of stars
merged together to create his heavenly form
for this sight has left me
lurking through space
yearning for
more
his voice,
constructed from
the sweet strums
of achilles' lyre
the one he played
for patroclus
that led him
into a frenzy
of love and
desire
as you do with i
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
i only see you at night
when i close my eyes
and enter a place only
you and i can
where time bends
and where there's
a shift between what's
real and what's not
we fuse together
and its only when i
open my eyes
when a bright auora
shines over me
where i have to wait
till nightfall
to see you once more
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC