Tell me if you know what I’m saying here.
You’re standing in the shower, looking down, with your clumped locks covering your eyelids and there are streams trickling from your head to your toes and into the drain. It’s blurry beyond 10cm into your range of sight? And you feel very small? But you’re relaxed? And nostalgic? And then you play a melancholic song in the background of your mind that makes you feel somewhat empty and safe simultaneously? I’m not sure how to illustrate the rest.
But imagine this now. It is 8:24AM in the dawn of summer and the birds are alive and well. I’m wiggling my feet to see if our kitten is sleeping below but I find your kneecaps in lieu. You’re still a million miles away in a dream, laying in a field of color on the moon. The sun begins to leak through the blinds.. the room is quiet. I’m vacuumed into your glow beneath the light and there are little particles of technicolored dust floating around in the beams just like you. The same song as before is playing but this time I just feel safe here. And this feeling with you will be the one thing I keep with me always. You will forever be the greater version of past feelings felt and the foundation of feeling I’ve never felt before until you.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
All too often I find that I keep you
Here.
I am the shackle of the revolutionary soul
The selfish platonic bond
An unhealthy chemical mixing always
with your chromosomes
You are the flower that
I picked up
And adored who became the object of my affection
In doing so
Elegantly ripped from the earth in which you prospered righteously
I killed you
I killed you so unknowingly
And if I could bring you back to life
The death of me; myself
That might bring you back to life
What will bring you back to life
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
one plus one often equals half
and in our case that is true
i've never felt such oneness
with anyone but you
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
"Baby, why do you paint your face the same color?"
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
You, the pearl amongst vapor tides
The body is gone, the Sun will cry
Lone absence unfelt; the torpid mind
Our breath like ghosts afraid of flight
In deteriorating fields, perception lies
And truth unfolds beyond tangerine skies
Mischievous foundations of mutated kinds
All relevance lost in amygdaloid times
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
Because the galaxy was blue
Because the universe was me and you
Because of our hunger for a world not ours
Because of the deficiency within our stars
The consistent lack of artless voids
And shifting second nature grins
Such bliss in connection- rift to avoid
But they have come and crawled within
Because of the absence in pure communication
Because of the split between two fleeting creations
Because the skies have all gone down
Because the spirits put us under the ground
The psychedelic tides became too strong
Her little voice lost in waves far past
Ouija spirits sacredly summoned and
Sinister laughter cracking her glass
Because the earth twisted her bones into a mobius strip
Because the pure boy had begun to slip
Because of the way we couldn't make sense of it all
Because of the subconscious swaying to falls
Alone now in tear drowned terror, the manipulative beast
The little girl whimpering in soiled sheets
He orchestrated the world into ****** gatherings
Our souls succumbed to iniquitous happenings
Because they craved for more than they had
Because they had no choice but to become mad
Because they hadn't set their imprinted place
Because they allowed the demons to show their face
I called his name in lulling tones
As I laid still upon the bed
And wondered what would become of my bones
If they could not get the voices out of my head
Because of free will, he came to me for peace
Because of the misleading thrill and rapid retinas decrease
Because the voice quells to his sweet earth
Because the reason for death had been rebirth
What it was to be consciously dying--
Afraid for eyelids shut; inducing eternal sleep
Lullabies hummed so softly lying
To be so far, to be in too deep
Because we were finally safe when all unfolded
Because we made sure nothing was left untold and
Because we had brought each other back to shore
Because of the desire to stay once more
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
How delicate and pure are the unrequited affections
A fleeting glimpse of the future's past
The forgotten seed never to touch soil;
Failure to begin in infantile bud
Rejected from sweet bloom.
All composed by chance.
A place in time where all is ever so fragile--
The sumptuous sentiment a timid trap
Upon which one enters on their own accord;
Where there is hardly any light
And such reverie cannot bear any fruit
While all along there is no exit.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
My mind cannot bring itself to hate you
But it fails to love you the same way
Had you not painted the bright skies sapphire blue
This vessel would meet yours without delay
There is no other woman of which I believed so dearly
Who was so good at never meaning what she said
Who stirred my serendipity and peace to the eerie
Who became a prominent monster in my head
There is nothing divine to write about you any longer
Because none of those flowery garlands would be true
To think I had even looked at you as someone who made me stronger
Leads me to realize how well I played as your fool
Many misconceptions remain even still
Too many for Father's hourglass of Time
You hadn't allowed me to clear the fill
And are now undeserving of the sands in mine
I'm not aware of what I even unfolded wrongly towards your heart
Life is for forgiveness and I hope you'll bestow that upon me soon
So that even if our life rhythms are far apart,
Though not in in harmony again, at least enjoying the same life tune
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
What if the Sun
never came out again
and in the future
the Sun was something
like Jesus
and we'd have to tell our children
to keep the story of the Sun
alive
?
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
My McCandless, if ever you leave upon whim one fine day,
I understand your sun reigned soul, is what I'll say.
Dull and sullen, my heart will send you on your way.
Ahead on your path I will ardently scatter showers,
Though I am small; great armfuls of camellia flowers,
From Fuji to the Blue Ridge Mountains' springtime bowers.
And as you go with each gracing step you take
Lightly on the flowers as they softly break--
An echo of me as the leave you take.
I know you'll leave me one fated day.
I'll come back to you, is what I hope you'll say.
But I'll not weep then, come what may.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC