one with the rust,
trickling into the soils--
one more sip i just
gotta watch the smoke coil...

I whisper to myself
no, I write to myself
cause the clack of keys
is a sound unreadable...

                 "let me be ugly"

so much wonder
seeping through your eyes
some genius buried under
the blue that shines like skies

color dripping from the clouds,
dousing the crystal oceans
with waves like prisms.

tides drawing in hues—
playing warm shades like a symphony
and cold in leveled harmony,

but as we watch the greys fall
from the sky like ashes,
we weep in tones of silver and gold.

my leg bounces
like my pulse on the trigger
with my thoughts going slower
and stakes bigger

the hardest part
of loving you

is being myself