The butterfly had to go through
a period of slumber
before it could awaken.*

There are holes in my heart
where some people once resided
and I’m trying to let myself free
release all that is me
breaking out of all they had done
basking beneath the embrace
of the sun.

Nobody ever tells you what you need to know
about life and growing up.

Nobody ever tells you that you'll become the person
you never wanted to become,
that you'll become destructive from the inside out,
or that you may witness events which will cause you
to become emotionally numb.

Nobody ever tells you anything valuable,
that you're breakable and irreplaceable.

First get yourself burned,
Then you'll learn because remember:


Nobody
Ever
Tells
You.

it’s like
the clock is still working
but the gears are no longer turning

i’m burning up on empty

fuel
dripping,
leaking,

no longer capable of containing
contemplations too volatile
for proper taming,
and so i’m just… resting.

a dormant chamber of magma
underneath the bedrock is often
due for massive explosion
but i never liked being out of control
and the last thing i need are
for my insides to get torn open.
a tree bearing great fruits
brilliantly disguised to hide its
reckless disharmonious motion.

That is fear speaking.
Apprehension.

Avoiding the waves because
what follows next is spinning
down through the vortex**
violently into uncharted oceans.

When I am in doubt
I remind myself to never be
the embodiment that is
the wasteful lot of humanity.

siphoning the earth

dry;


all this for some glitter.
No wonder why I'm torn.

I am cosmic but broken by design. The universe folded together in forming my existence but failed to remind me that inside are these pieces of delicate starglass prone to cracking. I became sloppy, clumsy, losing pieces of me behind and recklessly tearing out some hearts along the way. All I can muster up to say is that I am sorry. Most truly.

My body is composed of pure star-glass.
It is a shame I am so clumsy. My delicate innards often break.
They poke right through the surface
causing pain with all the hearts they take.

i am a sparkling winged beast,
my lungs swell with air,
reaching high, shooting past
billowy clouds, past steep cliffs,
riding through storms,
coming out not breaking a sweat.

you were a mere low-land dweller
so content with still waters,
flat lands and vast plains.

you sit so still i think i may suffocate.
how can one soar when all you do is wait?