I would give anything to look at the ebb and flow
of the blue sky
and think with naïve wonderment, such as you did
that face-value
is all that exists in the universe, that sky is the limit
think of me
when you think of the sky with mundane myopia
of my smiles
and of my tinkering laugh, isn't that all of my being
it cannot be
think of the darkness of space, the vastness of death
think of me
with that vacuous face, as vacuous as the part higher
than the sky
as the breathtaking sunset, star-lit night, bright 'morn
but don't forget
Earth's sky exists because of the unknown, of cold vexation
from space
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
i just-
i just need
i just struggle
i just need, words to me are-
i just need, oh god, please, infused tension
i just wither, a forget-me-not under your fanning breath
i just cry, please don't let them hear me, no
i just don't want your contempt
i just need you
i just need
i just-
kiss me before winter takes me
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
if i could extinguish the rote of immortality
my sylvia plath obsession with death pursuing me
where whitest blood makes civil hands unclean
where a ghost stands at my feet
and i am the immortal entity
if most believe in life after their death
then why, oh why, am i so afraid of it
of immortality, of heaviest dream
the ghost is a human, and i lazarus
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC