Caught a falling star,
It fell so far,
Landed where
It was called,
Lighting up
Dark skies
Colors collided
Far and wide
Across the sky,
They forever
Held the pieces
Together,
They only traced
The corners
Of my mind,
The ones you
Can't find,
Back to thoughts,
Not concluded,
Shined so bright
Never turned
Out the light,
Burned down,
Gravity
Led
The way back
To a place
Where a
Rocket
Was found.

in a garden, slender with summer rose,
where the silvering petals
gathered whisky clouds and love,

the shadows smouldered
while the breezes built bridges of
leaves, in a darkening, near nocturnal world;

and i sat, marvelling at the pretty sunset,
at the shady boughs, at the gorgeous
sky in the fading light with its golds and blues

and i felt calm and settled, while the
sun grew smokey, burnt to ruin,
(in the soon ruined sky) dulling, nearly black.

All or nothing
Just want something
That doesn't go away
Craving realness
Like an addict
Drinking
Mouth on fire
Only all I want
Is something true

Wish I could be
An addict to you
If only, I knew you…

Sinking deeper,
Drowning,
Blue haze
In a dark pool
Flames washed away

Craving realness
Like an addict
Does
With desire
Drinking
Mouth on fire
Flames washed
Away
Here in the abyss
Swallowed up
By thoughts
Lost in my mind

Oppressed by a vision that keeps me in the ground
I lay inside of it where I cannot be found
Immersed in all these shadows I can't say which is my own
You saw it once, then it was gone
Ingested by a tragic neurosis that ****** my mind
But I can take it all because I'm by your side
Conceptual self stimulation helps to swallow it down,
as I fall evermore further into this ground
For seconds we come simultaneously, reproducing these lies
I am yours and you are mine
I take it all because I'm by your side
An overconsumption reshapes my eyes
You are trauma,
And I've become blind
Still I can take it all because I'm by your side
Breaking the face on my own virtue
Everytime you speak I suffer the loss of my intention
And I vent so much just so I can bend
Polluted in this ground where I wait to bloom
You're the only one who can make me rise and you can't even see the pitiful side
All your unease hooks me back into the ground
Now I'm here where I cannot be found
Without you,
I break the face of my own virtue
When you speak I suffer the loss of all intention
And I vent so much just so I can bend back,
Filthy in the ground where I wait for you to let me grow
Mutating into the weeping willow;
This is how cut-off I really am
But you can't see me even after I take your hand
I let you go, and I'm falling,
Without you

I am nothing

In a wooded glen forest deep
Atlantia wears a gauzy gown
of diaphanous white
back and forth, to and fro
she flitters about spying upon
human beings who weep for lovers lost
in her hands she holds an urn of foxglove leaf
sends her healing powers in a silvery mist
to mend the grey and drab tatters
of a broken and torn human spirit
solemn now, though usually mischievous
she goes about her chore of charity
marries the light with the darkness of night