*your eyes refract infinity
more times than the sky can count
yet there was never any room in there
for me*
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
i'm sorry—
i'm not your youth
or the smiles that i shared with you
so long ago
i'm just another minute
on your weeping clock
shriveling up,
winding
down
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
this.
this word.
mutter it softly, as the fireplace moans.
bring your bones to the pyre,
bring your dragons,
bring your friends.
come to this pyre and we shall burn
the past into the present.
do you hear the thin noise of action?
the things that you will do,
the things that you have done,
all rushing into that heart of yours,
that heart of ours,
that fiercely fragile thing?
yes. you do.
and you shall break the mountains with every whisper.
let your words proliferate across this crumbling world (spinning itself to dust),
a legion of ants on this blue sphere.
do, and your flesh will unravel into dawn.
do, and the vices writhing in all our skulls will have no choice but to yield.
do, and we shall leave all these broken lamps behind,
let them drift away on this slate-blue sea,
do,
and we shall burn the past
into the future.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
the words wrapped in the shadows teach me how to bleed. in the hollow spaces of night, all is you. all is a search for you.
souls lay atop each other on reality's dark fabric.
your sight on top of mine. we are all 7 billion golden sights, blinking in on a pebble.
we're everything to each other. yet nothing. we search for ourselves. because we are ourselves.
we try to be other people. but the boxes are too tight.
(the last of the rain hangs from leaves, waiting lucidly for the final moments. in between cloud and ground, they wait. giants to an insect.)
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
silent butcher of my own words.
i am here, a heart wrapped around chemicals.
a living relapse. a machine for my temptation.
i am here, searching for a reason to bleed.
i am here, trying to find what endless means.
i am here, a hollow statue in black rain.
dying flower at the edge of the world,
i weep for you
for you do not know me.
dying flower with a thousand eyes,
i weep for you
and you alone.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
*they're staying up all night
ripping their skin away under
fluorescents
trying to
make their
words more
jagged*
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
*they're staying up all night
ripping their skin away under
fluorescents
trying to
make their
words more
jagged*
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
a song shouts
as I run atop the tip of death,
in all its paltry fiction.
reality spins itself into one bright dream
alone, underneath infinite hope.
rain never reaches
the warmth in the windows
and darkness can't touch this dancing soul
yet
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
*within a day, we'd forced the world to stop.
within a week, we'd broken what it meant to suffer.
in two months, we'd traveled eternity.
within a year
we'd left the gods.
but no matter how much we tried,
no matter how much time we burned to ash,
we could never destroy
inevitability.*
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
remember that this will be over before a second hits the ground. remember that suffering is an ephemeral little thing. a little wren of ash. already broken before it even hatches. it will pass. like another storm. another falling tear.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC