i love my dandelion daydreams
that grow on unmarked graves
i love dancing with their
seedsprout whiteheads in a
river of me
i love to toy with my
dandelion (daydreams) and
pretend that each one
is the hand of a corpse
taking its final
(maggot rodden)
grip of fresh air.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
follow me
my little
deathling
(my tiny
frozen
flame)
let me show you
let me make your frozen fingertips-
tendrils of falling
frost
that kiss the ground
in a mixture of sky and earth that is
both of us (somehow)
sit yourself on the
pinprick spindril
mountains
and let me throw myself
at you with all my might
and maybe you
fall from your
tallplaces
until you realize that unless you hit the ground
falling
is
flying
let yourself fly into me
let yourself become the monster
that you always saw in the mirror
scream at me your deathly dialogue.
scare me.
let all the darkness out
of your ashen mouth
like a bird running
out of air to fly on.
expose me to your suffering
make me your worldly attachment
(i dare you)
battle me.
exhaust yourself until
you realize that i am your
arms
and i can fight myself forever.
fight for your dusty body
hope that you can return to it
realize,
that you cannot.
see yourself as a congregation of
mud
and wind
and water.
become the flame that set you free.
and set fire (the world) that killed you.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
i wasn't tired until you
fell into my arms
and i wasn't tired until
i threw a thousand
weightless snowdrops
to the ground
and i didn't hurt until
the first word
and now
my home is a loud
roar of reverberations
that pass through me
(like a million spoken knives)
and i didn't understand
pain. Until your somebody
stumbled into me
and i couldn't let go
(because they were made of ash)
and i felt the weight
of so many somebodies
(suddenly)
and i began
to think
that - my existence
(the sea
the sky
and the nothing between)
manifested to
pulverize
the
planet
with
each
further
strained
breath
until
it
can
feel
each
pinprick
loss
of
life
it
enforces.
And maybe my rage
forged bellowing
stormclouds over deserts
or made rivers flow backwards
from storm surge (tear driven)
but the somebody i'm not
and the somebodies i carry
will never
be more threatening
than a fadeaway
wind that cries with the lone
wolf.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
the police radio is
screaming
like your mother-
(never has)
but i didn't
hear you in the
background
and when
i went to
see you
you wore a hat
to cover the
bullet wound
above your neck.
and you didn't move
even when i cried
(for you)
(because of you)
and i cried because
death
is supposed
to be beautiful
it is supposed
to be a
collaboration
of fungus
and blackness
that ends in
a teardrop.
death is not supposed to hurt (me)
it feels like
the first time
that i fell in love
because
when he left me
a part of me was scrambled into the pinpricks of the night
sky
(and i haven't been the same)
when he left me
i couldn't breathe
because he could knock the wind out of me
with his eyes (stareheavy)
and when you left me
i couldn't breathe
because you were my
breath.
and because now
when i breathe
i think of you
and my throat betrays me,
like your trigger finger betrayed you.
friend, please,
when i sit above the circle of ash,
(that was you)
spin yourself around me until once again -
you may be (yourself) my lungs.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
i can feel it when you wake up
and when you (gaspheavy)
walk.
i can feel each morning whisper
like a lonely star
on the arm of
a galaxy
that ends in your eyes.
i can push
myself
onto your
stomach
and live there forever
and you can struggle against me
(but i will always win)
i can absorb you.
and you like it.
i can cry
with the pitpatter
tear drops
of a million raging
cloudy (skystreaks)
because i am everywhere
but you-
you-
are everything.
a beautiful mirror for me to
stare into infinitely
because your eyes are tiny reflections
of what they see
and your body is the earth
and i
am the
bubbles
in your
blood
that
keep you (alive)
and i am the nothing
in your starry fingertips,
or the nothing
you look through
to stare at the sky
and i(nothing)am
are everything.
and you(nothing)are
nothing without me.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
i exist (am the spider in the sky)
listless drips onthrough
leaves
that
tickletouch my
(bodiless; body
and i caress
each tree
like a distant lover
and each leaf (are the earthen fingertips)
is the
strangling fruit
that lies in the
hands of the sinner.
and i am the sinner.
and i(sinner)am the
quiet roar that
touches your
chest when
the earth
wakes each morning.
and i(sinner)have
come to take you away.
because when they burn you
to bits-
((the sinner : the hyena) that
needs for the fleshscraps.)
and it hurts
when you breathe
because you
bite me like an apple
and your lungs
are teeth.
and it tickles
in the trees
and i (am the spider in the sky)
have got you
to eat you like a bug,
and you sit in my web,
and admire the view.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
She caresses
my
chest
while I walk
and we're
tumbling on a
horizontal
plane
and I
need her
hands
to
hold me
lest
I tumble drip into nothingness.
My body
and
her body
fold
together
and
my hands
and
her hands
intertwine
and
she looks
me in
the eye
without blinking
and disappears;
the seductive songs of the wind.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
i was drawn up on a piece of
paper and tossed in the breeze
surrounding lives resound
voiceless breaths of
the windpipe of a lover
i have never met.
why else would people
stare straight through
me, gloomy glances
from my paper pupils
into angels eye sockets,
and they think that i'm human
and they think that i'm like them
and they think beautiful
thoughts on rainy days
while i'm stuck.
eyes manifest imagination into
each person's planet
but not me, what i see
reflects back and all i
can do is be what i believe
i see.
in
san
i
ty
is
ta
king
its
toll
on
me
and
i
don't know how much longer it's gonna be before
i gotta gasp for breath.
people worry when i rant,
but they don't get it
people fall in love with
people
how could anyone love me
if i don't see a person
when i look in the mirror.
shadow-whispers sing to me
and cloak me in black
cloth and when they took the
cloth off.
i hate linear equations and
computations and
numbers
because
people love numbers.
linear thought blitzes
right through me
because
I
am
a
contradiction.
chaotic enough
to be a hurricane
stuck in the body of
a person.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
What are you laughing at?
I once asked the spider.
He told me, not much...
...
Just the look on victim's faces
when they stick in my trap
...
and admire the view.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
When sands grind me bare
and my world's gears stop turning,
I look to the wind
and wait for the sky.
for the sun to rage off of
my range of vision
until stars come out,
instead of looking at feet
I fix to the sky.
my star stares me straight
directly in my third eye
'sit still my son please
I've sat here for years
let me tell you a story
of Earth at its start.
the planet's alive,
a lot like you can't you see,
from fire and storms
mass extinction, death
out of, the earth came to be.
Earth was weak until
she spun her core so
tightly and quickly the wind
came alive. With that
planet earth found a
cure for her fire. She found
beauty in balance,
constructed karma,
founded shifting sands of time,
dynamically brought
concepts of good and
evil to war with each other.
Positioned herself
in her suitable
orbit. Just follow the earth,
sit down, tame the fire.
Spin your existence
like her, and maybe you'll see
there's no need for breath
when wind fills your lungs.
Find your own balance within,
fight your own battle
learn desire serves
to feed flames, continue pain
life makes suffering.
Don't lose this battle
or your forces might make you
stay the same person.
If after you find
yourself trapped up on the moon,
don't fear traveler.
Fleeing far from home
you have started your journey!
One day you may find
Your own heaven place,
a perfect spot just to watch
the cosmos below.
And a star like me,
one day you're destined to be.
transcend all your pain
until we same speak.'
That's why I look to the stars,
through unsurety
I will keep swimming.
Knowing one day full well, I
belong in the sky.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC