learn to live with your heart;
a lullaby of ten thousand beating drums
a heart drenched in dark, dripping coal
a beast that knows no dawn
leading your steps to the eye of storm
leaving your footprints greased with ink
i don't know how much burn you could stand
but let the twilight bruise the sky
as long as you stop scorching your own
calamity will pass along with
the dull hum of the loveless cities
the dust will crack
and you will march on
singing the anthem of the beating heart.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
i used to have words tearing off my skin
stabbing my soul before bringing me back
just to bleed me all over again
and i don't think i've ever prayed harder
to keep my demons away from me.
one day it flew back to hell and
left me with a lump in my throat;
bruises along my fingers
aching when i feel my veins
and found that i no longer recognize
the rhythmic echo that once was mine.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
the blue will thrive in another shade.
sailing alone amidst the calm seas
calling your name with her silky voice
bask in the serenade of the skies
while the wind allows you to draw in
let the sand fill the gaps between your fingers
like lovers rekindling their sweet sorrow
let it be known
that you are millions and millions of atoms
tucked in safely where you belong in this space
that you are made of explosions of lights old as time
and you have never lost it; not then, not forever
rise against the morrow
graceful and serene.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
be afraid of the sea.
not because i told you so
because you would go to the beach one day and the weather is soft and the wind blows your hair the way he never could.
and you would forget about dying.
because you will dip your toes in the blue sparkle playfully dancing up your ankle
and you would forget it would ever drown you senseless.
because the horizon will swallow the sun as you give yourself away to the briskly sand, once again allowing your skin to be bruised and wounded while you pretended it was poetry; the sky is blood and his musk is in the air and his chapped lips lands on your collarbone and you would turn away and make love with none but the wind.
and you would forget to forget.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC