Forever the white silk sheets
shield my sleepy eyes
Under the turning turning
of the night
Pull over
Stay close
Away from the light
And into the night
My cave, my home
White silk walls
I choose to know
Only this
I will grapple, I will cling
With chipped nails
And cracked hands
They have only known myself
When I sleep
They have only known myself
When I sleep
Awaken
Under white silk sheets
And no one will see
But me
But me
Shield my sleepy eyes
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
I need your arms
Like a cocoon
So I can emerge each morning
With colourful wings
Delicate, free
My weakness is my strength
When I spread about my brittle
structure and my softness
surrounds you
Be gentle with my wings for they
Are quietly weak and the silent
strength of loving is not enough
If you grasp me too roughly
Or hold me for too long
I might crunch beneath your
human bones
I am only small
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Cover me up
Plaster my face with leaves
Cover my closed eyes
With two round roses
Smother me so I'm swimming in leaves and dirt.
It's in my bones
It's in my blood
My body leaks love.
I am a soft shell so
This is love
When you cover me up
With leaves
Protect me from the world
Put me to sleep
Rest my eyes under
Red roses
Smother me so I'm bathing
In leaves and dirt
So my heart can be be still
and silent with the earth.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
The clouds are plastic,
Plastered to the sky,
Synthetic blue,
Fragile behind.
The sun is always burns,
Our tiny worlds turn,
We peer through mirrors
To gaze at our creation.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
Odd
Obscure
Pale in the moonlight you were
from the start
A ghostly figure
hovering in the corner
But the glow of your red fire
made your company warm
Passionate
you are
But numb
Feeling so much you feel
nothing.
Wanting so much
your hands remain
empty.
Don't think I don't know you
And why your heart turns cold
I'm sorry you met me in innocence
Only to see me turn to this
This is not me
I whisper slowly
This is not me
I whisper again
I'm growing frantic
You draw
Into the corner
Ghostly again
Repulsed by my skin
I am human
We only just became close.
And who are you?
This question turns your eyes
to moonlit diamonds in the dark
piercing me with a stare
As if to say
Who are you
to ask?
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
So I'll let my love for you abundantly flow,
I'll feel the same wherever you go.
Still sweeping the ash from where my heart sparked alive
under the stars,
under the stars.
My chest is sore,
you've made me raw,
I can't break out of this skin.
Let me go, let me go, let me go.
I am frozen in the vastness,
so far from you.
Though the bitter taste in my mouth might fade,
I'll miss you, I'll miss you. Always
your skin in the moonlight.
Always madness.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
My skin is not mine
I am repulsed by my flesh
In the dark
You cover me
I disappear
We blend into each other
I am repulsed by my flesh
In the dark
How can you stand my scent?
If I hold you at arms length
Will you see how I rot?
Will you see how I burn
for gratification,
for validation,
for a sense of worth?
I ache to be awakened
from this state of ghostly death,
for fingertips to spring alive
the paleness of skin, numbness of breath
I cannot touch myself
I cannot stare in the glass
Or I will become a murderer
I am repulsed by my flesh
In the dark
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
You loom over me,
My cooling shadow.
My gentle storm,
You submerge me.
I disperse as tiny grains
In your ocean,
Washed up from the sand
Where I once lay as a stone.
You, protector of my tenderness,
Shelter me from the heat above.
You loom over me,
My cooling shadow.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
When I lie with you
I breathe with you.
Then we are bound together
In the silence.
Then I am the vines around you.
Then we shudder together
Under shivering sunlight
Then we are alive together
In the warmth of our shrine.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
clawing between soft sheets I find your large hands
clasping through the gaps to find my softer inner parts
little do you know I am crumbling
though I give you the power to tear
what I forbid myself
to surrender
Create art with my ****** mess.
I know you never will
It is sad that you are gone
but I am waiting,
gluing my self back together,
trying to find the bits and pieces
I've shed in this process
of stabbing and
grabbing and itching newness
of youthful closeness
and the fusion of two.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC