AK93 - Hello Poetry

AK93 Sep 2016

Like a bunch of caterpillars squirming and digging through dirt, you get underneath, and eat where I hurt.
Burrowing yourself deep inside, you turn yourself into butterflies, free in my stomach with no place to hide, then up into my brain you will fly.
Lay your eggs behind my eyes, go out my mouth, then let yourself die, knowing my future is with you in my mind, embodied in the larvae that you left behind.
Thus the cycle will repeat itself until the end of time, and I will be forever yours as you will be forever mine.

AK93 Sep 2016

You are the eye of my storm

All around you tsunamis and earthquakes are taking and breaking anything they can touch, yet I find peace in you and your place beneath the sea, and the shine of hope you cast upon all the destruction that I see surrounding me.

One day I may have to leave this sanctuary and face all the awful things that you've protected me from having to believe, but I would gladly die fighting against the apocalypse, if it meant we could share one first and final kiss.

AK93 Sep 2016

Submarine

Drowning is easy when I'm swimming in you, and I could come up for air but I don't think I want to. Because you see, you are the sea where everything floats along like a dream, and if you never let me be dry again, that'd be fine with me.

AK93 Sep 2016

Long Sighland

This hollow island on the eastern coast holds no secrets or suprises. All we have are long beaches, some highways, fishermen and sunrises.

AK93 Sep 2016

Having a thought is where it starts

Thinking about the days as they continue to pass
I don't think anything we know is ever meant to last
But with each morning we're given a chance
To task ourselves with making something that can

AK93 Sep 2016

Sometimes I think we aren't even trying anymore

Can everyone just shut up about the things they love?
What do you know,
We say that we love, but then tomorrow,
we gotta go.
No it's not you,
You're completely lovable,
This is just
the
most
unlit
****.

AK93 Sep 2016

Did you know the angle you look from changes how far into the past you're seeing when you set your eyes to the stars at night? Now you do.

You are my favorite star, but the sad thing is you no longer burn, and I'm just praising the last of your rays as they're hurtling towards earth. Decimated by your own design, it will not be seen that you were gone until it is far beyond my own moment to shine. I will waste my days looking to the sky, letting my eyes be filled with hope from a light whose source has already been lost to time.