grey whips slash in circles
around where we stood,
face to face,

and when you reached up—
touched my cheek,
the tendrils stilled...

to see what all the commotion was about

your passive immortality
will bring you nowhere,
but back to me.

as the red bird soared
lower over the valley--
i heard its lament.

it left a searing agony
that stirred a loyalty in me
i never knew i had.

lower your glass
and drink in solitude,
to a dormant, coiling hope.

ever so agonizingly,
i whisper to the void
to ****** a single wish—
that is, to submit to being full...

use your pillow
as a veil,
the way a river
uses the soil.

and when the thrill
of being alone
subsided with the tides,
you will see...

you pulled me in
to a home, and yet i
feel no greater loneliness—

as if suffering in silence
is how i am supposed
to reside—

as if my payment for
shelter is that of
dried tears.

you gave me a promise
of no hurting alone,
and i broke that.

i should be left in the chill—
lose my toes and mind,
for i do not deserve your time

and so i break but i earned it
as you have
earned the pieces

though my blankets
touch me the same—
they will never be
as warm as you.

the peach twinkles
from the windows above
put spots over my eyes,
so that i could look
straight at the sunset

no matter how long
you fight as a beast
you inevitably
will die as a man

your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone

somehow—
the glint of the moon
on the crystals that dangled,
turned the fog
to fireworks.

as i stumbled home—
chill bouncing through my jacket,
it was nice to follow the moon
as something tangible.

love them,
for the good you see
in them—

don’t love them
for the good they see
in you.

claw from the ground,
make a stand,
and get crushed doing it
over again.

try and speak your love
in the common tongue
pull and shatter above
rain down songs unsung

deeply sorry,
i am that
i can’t bleed
a little bit more...

i’m cursed
with escapism
when i care
too much
that i can’t bear to see
the hurt

if it takes a bullet,
to stop your hurt—
then i shall take it
with pride

lay your vices out
on my lap,
we’ll look through them like
old photographs—

and in final moments
i let it slip,
i promise i’ve never
settled for companionship

As Atlas rises above the world
He looks down
and kneels

As you enter the bottleneck
You give in to the flow
and yield

so many trickling drops
running down icicles,
sky matching the startling blue
i see in your eyes.

when the horizon
blends into the snow
and the trees slice through it
like lightning bolts,

snow will be warm in my touch
melting still,
on my bare fingertips
exposed to the elements.

i stumble through the dense woods,
leaving the clearing
to be shaded in and sheltered
by the forest’s river

dead silent.
i look around again,
just the icy expanse of startling blue
i see in your eyes.

you kiss me while we stand
waist deep in the river
and melt away downstream,
like the snow i thought... we thought

we weren’t

im taking breaths but i still cant breathe
reading bottoms of bottles like tea leaves
and i can't see past my nose

so what if i'm a mess
who cares
face down in the sand

so what if im a mess
who cares
i can still feel your hands

im taking steps but not with ease
pulling at the strings of my own disease
and i cant even move my hands

running and scheming my brain
always leaving impossible feeling of dealing
and playing childish games of gaining grins
shootung guns of gifts giving garbled guidance

so what if im a mess
who cares
hair spun up in knots

so what if im a mess
who cares
i cant stop being lost

when earthquakes shiver
when thunder drifts down from the hills
all the citizens burn down their home
and rip down the gate to their city

a trickle of rain sends them reeling
sprinting in circles for the end of the world
grabbing on to rubble
in an attempt to keep their balance

it sure feels nice to be hungry

painstakingly human—
with tears like a noose,
wrapping of tethers
begging to choke me,
with their tendrils of ice
that fade into the pillow.

woven through fingertips—
gleaming tendrils of light,
a hundred lives woven
in the darkness of night.

stitches of amber
sewn through time,
with time itself sewn
through the ethereal divine

each scrawling night,
i stumble to my cave.
moss walls dripping—
the ocean kissing the lip.

i scratch my voice
into the bare rock,
with the sunlight trickling
in with the tide.

i poke my head out
when the night seeps
over the horizon...
i watch the cave flood.

as the docile yellow light
tickles at my fingertips,
rested tenderly on your cheek—

i can feel each and every
fleck of light on us—
piercing my veins,

and when the hue shuts its eyes,
leaving the chaos of light to blink—
that’s where we’ll be.

Me,
Deep through
The brush
The leaves, dust, dirt—
Stains my breath.
The sweetness
Opening arms.
I let out a smile, my body
exhales as well.
Grounds, nature
Buried in
My bones made me
Run and be free,
As long as I wish.
Again
I will never be
So happy,
There with you
And still stuck
Imprisoned
I could never return I am
Free.

look to the west
over your vast expanse of
unconquered dust
and weep the only water for miles

i shall pull you to me
by the sea in the east
with tendril that bounce
from my eyes to yours

as the string grows shorter
so does our patience
until we are one
drifting away on the dusk

when the tender stems
of light reach out,
they slide beneath my door
and pull me through—

and as the tendrils
dance in their own silhouette,
they tell my story
written in flame.

softly in the moonlight,
your silver hands on my cheek.
eyes with flecks of silver
you drape me in silky starlight.

i touch your arms—
golden sparks trickle up my fingers,
heat flooding my vision,
as i melt into your embrace.

she winces
every time they kiss,
for fear of him...

being hurt

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

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

you can taste the sorrow
on my lips—
forming my mouths apology,
before i could.

and i’ll carry you home—
limping with your arms
on my shoulders,
and we’ll walk home.

tuck you in with my warmth,
give you the last of
hope and love—
until i limp home.

the spice on my tongue
that lights up my eyes,
you pull out my breath
with ropes and with ties.

It looks like a solid fastball,
straight as an arrow flying over the plate.
Whats that?
A big swing and a miss...

maybe next inning.

as my toes go numb,
i wade into the water...
and let the drips
turn into a storm.

you make my rainy mornings
not even miss the sunrise,
hidden by the clouds.

when you realize you don't care
that you're going to get wet,
you'll never need a jacket again.

facts don’t change
peoples minds.

stories do,

i love the blood
pounding in my head,
as you dangle me upside-down—
lips turning bright red.

and some day
the rain will pour,
all the way down
and hit the ocean floor—

countless names
wash up on shore,
with an empty face
and empty core

with cash taped to
the underlining of her skirt,
she walks on home
silent on the dirt...
the way she moves,

with a little sharp stick
and a little wrist twitch—
connecting with fists,
she scratches that itch...
the way she moves,

when do you begin?
afraid of life,
afraid of sin

silently,
she shows us how to be
in the deep mental groves,
all presented by
the way she moves

am i that smile?
or did serendipity
make me a hero?