Dear Azi, I'm full of broken thoughts.
My insides are like a box of matches.
The moisture from my sorrow, wont allow combustion.
I get up every morning with a tourniquet in my hand,
seeking the self in the vestibule of my childhood.
Your caveats no longer reach me.
But, the sweet carousel of your laughter still does.
Each loss is a new vulnerability.
A subscript, for a long past bludgeon.
The only whisper that still holds,
is the one that tells of your past love for me.
Give it sometime
our minds work in patterns.
worry is a house full of thieves,
Step outside of it and you'll be made able to breathe.
Give it some time
Negative creep is a curable disease.
A faction that misrepresents a conquerable aberration.
wait for my signal, here have some chamomile tea.
Give it some time
i pray you'll be able to sleep
darkness is approaching, and you should know
i'm here for you for whenever
your wounds start to bleed.
Sometimes when I rise out of the nebulosity of my ego, I can see dead leaves on the ground.
Above I feel formless, Uncrippled by any precursing contingencies.
Disturbances are nullified by the rising and falling of my breath.
I am no longer a keeper of anything.
I feel as I've been left to float inside a vacuum that requires the complete disassociation from anything that I have ever known.
Everything here is gentle, && welcomed.
vibrant and healing.
perplexing to those that aren't ready to let go, salvation for the many who are.
She's always misplacing.
Feeling for new incongrunces
I try to be pragmatic, & feel for her supple fingers.
These are the parameters of an injured human being.
A prosaic heart, A tenuous mind.
I have fallen into the pit of her idiosyncrasies.
A man on a mission seeking to breathe & expand my spirit into her lungs.
Her nature corrupts my own,
And like a troglodyte, I disperse my emotions into a prism.
A prism that is now full of turmoil & suspicion.
Oh wonderful, wonderful you..
Feather bound beauty
Collected inside my dream, a stream of tear drops are falling down your cheeks.
Your eyes like wells,
Your lips like tangerines.
I brought my heart tonight so that we both may have a goodnights sleep.
My intentions are honest && gutted from the purity of my soul.
All I wish now is to hold you Evermore.
I come in fear
disrupted and clumsy
Shy, Shaken and awoken
My hands are cold, and feel like sabers
Freckle yourself alive
The hurt you sold, the hands you left.
My body feels cold, my mind's a mess.
I can feel the earth, I can feel the wind
So I know, I'll crawl out from within.
I've had enough of my stomach,
I've had enough of my breath.
I'll sink my feet into the soil and burn on without any regrets.
I'm missing the innocence, i'm missing your fingertips.
But most of all I'm missing your soft countenance.
Kingdom of giggles.
my love grows nobler,
with each caressing nibble.
Coalescing, subterranean dimensions.
Expressing, my loving ascension.
Lips of affection,
my heart is stuck in a parallelogram of contention.
lost in reverie, no hope left for me.
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
ineffable contours, that cannot be tamed with a wordy depiction.
Like water running through my fingers,
Ephemeral, and leaving me to linger.
Caldera, my steaming desire.
Instantiates a spy, that is ready to be set on fire.
Daughter of eve,
Carousel of dreams
You’ve drowned my angels
And left me to die in a reverie.
What's inside of you, is also found inside of me.
A child, full of vulnerability.
Never safe, in a jungle full of uncertainty.
Sometimes, a voice is allowed into the fold.
Words Spark Embers
Love leaves Smolders
And in the moonlight two souls are Adjoined in a single sight.
Lay it out for all of us to see.
Make amends, i need you right beside me.
I promise out of fear comes courage.
So come, devoid of any languish moments
Gold is the void
Infinity is a grip,
power is a play,
made for all of us to slip.
Everything fades, nothing will ever sit
so free yourself from any gamut
that'll make your heart quit.
Blood in our veins
Everything is thick
Like a rain drop gently falling into the ear
Soft and strange in mass
Beautiful, and valiantly sly
It's a cringing of the soul
A bawling of the heart
A necessary infringement
With my palms I run my soul
Deep into your lips
Remember this pedaling ghost?
The one that still loves you?
He'll **** you with a smile
Warm you with a laugh
And take you up on a drink.
Mr wizard, inventor of light.
Bless us with your sparkled teeth.
Let it be known that all nuances from your decrepit attitude are morphing us into herds of sheep.
You're hurting all of us.
No one here came to see you bellow your heart out.
End of story.
Yo naci para morder te
Acercate que en la noche hace mucho frío
Mis espinas son mis pies,
Mis pétalos, son mis labios.
Por aquí aveces pasa la Luna,
Dormida y llena
Yo Celoso, el viento aveces me lleva torpe.
Con un dolor profundo en mi alma.
me pongo a llorar y sonreir
Al fin llega la amanecer
Al fin puedo dormir
I wrote this on a dare
This space is tender.
Every inch, a ubiquitous sense of peace.
A gift, found under a bedrock of a beautiful smile.
A gift left over by the warmth of your hands.
I'll always remember the little things.
The steady acquiescing sound of your voice rippling through my spine during a midnight conference.
The simple, but warm vibrations of your childlike laughter.
Your nervous eyes seeking cover from my gaze.
Here's a list of my demands.
Here's a list of my emotions.
Finally, sanctuary under your soft lips.
My hallways are flooded.
My pools leads straight into the earths crust.
I have a reindeer, his name?
Keeper of perspective, keeper of my most tender emotions
I sink into myself, understanding the functionalities of this metaphorical thing I have created.
A God in the realm of my subconscious
Magnus, I hope this temple will hold.
Magnus, someday I'll **** you.
My longest moonlight, pack your things and leave.
All my memories have been shoved into an evanescent dream.
So fly on like a zephyr,
fly on please.
The moxie, the eccentricities,
the lovely retreats.
The embraces, the symphonies,
Take it all, please.
canvas sky, full of love.
may my body morph into a dove.
i need peace, i need steel.
i need to rid of all the feels.
I'm afraid, these hands that hold my ego are shaking.
I've been inoculated by a dangerous romantic. A feathered creature whose ghoulish eyes seeks for ME.
Me, the serpent hiding in the grass.
Me, the one in the mirror.
The one in the echo chamber, considering less the repercussions.
My vulnerabilities are embarrassing,
My insecurities are medicine for disaster.
Under the layers I find a rune,
This one says honesty, && kindness
Is that you laughing?
This one says tenderness && tranquility
That was just a dream.
This one says I'm in love with you.
Stellar are the children that dream
Stellar are the oceans that breathe and feed,
To those that bleed quietly.
To those that scream quietly.
To those that squeeze hope metaphorically.
Crush into this earth
slip into a beacon of love
flower pain and create resolve
our faces will burn in this atmosphere
we will scream out of existence
all while sustaining a vibration of pure beauty.
to really kiss someone, is to give up your entire soul.
Startled, by my distorted recollections.
They call it the "Infatuated saboteur"
To most it exists as a possessor.
A single unit of energy made from the depths of negative creep.
It's a monster, no doubt
However, it may inspire a blessing.
Most epiphanies lead to reinvention.
A positive construct, mistaken for bad luck
Tirelessly made to show true human condition.
it lead me to place as old as space-time.
We live within, we feel everything.
I don't make a point to accommodate it.
But it's here,
Gripping my nerves and taking them out for a spin.
When it's contextualized,
And becomes the loudest voice.
When it's partnered up with doubt,
And becomes compound.
When it's anointed a constable,
Whom whispers disinformation.
When it presses anxiety,
And plays cowardice.
When thoughts turn into patterns,
And my hubris dwarfs enough to fit inside a paper cup.
When my center becomes a deafening storm of pain.
And hiccups of rage fill my hands.
I am made to remember fragility,
my sanity is a pebble Loose on a river’s stream
gently flowing into the arms of vulnerability.
A crescent full of impurity.
A mind Full of thoughts and plasters made of monogamous beliefs.
You never once told me about the Martian moon
Look how it hangs like an eyebrow
Contrasting our duo souls into these drinking lips.
It felt serene, and necessary.
Incomparable with any waterfall
I have ever drank from before.
Oh but what a nightmare it is to fall in love and bathe in the supremacy of our lord and savior Kermit the frog.
Tonight I belong to all the wisp wishes left On your Oceanside cheeks. As I number this state of confusion, my homage goes to the dandelion blower.
May you forget me.
And may we both find strength and peace in this destruction.
What if we could see each other's souls instead of each other's faces.
Maybe we'd find that our minds are all in the wrong places.
Our eyes are rigid, and usually unkind.
While our hearts are vivid, and can produce love until the end of time.
I Awake this light.
Let us intertwine.
Most times with confusion
Radio in, and call your thermometer
True forgiveness is a place unstitched
Endearment is a soulless palace
Like a white painted cornea
A phrase sometimes catches fire in the twighlight
What a drunk.
Slipping on his bathroom floor
Babbling nursery rhymes
Crying, crying, crying.
why don't tall dark trees read to us anymore?
Oh that's right, we won't stop skinning them.
We like it
when they scream.
When they bleed
When they nudge themselves over from exhaust-full pain.
What a sore
What a ******* fairy tale
What a joke.
Surrendered to shame
Left alone , to dwell inside a rhombus.
All my pain before me, a pejorative eye hollowing me into state of neurotic confusion.
In solitude, self reflection means a house of mirrors.
The air is heavy with whispers.
What is this cage?
My hands are wrapped around my knees. Why is it raining in here?
A sea of *****, having a laugh over tea.
I'm frighten, worried I'll be forgotten here.
Someone serves me a tall glass of milk, and I awake.
My eyes are closed.
I'm now part of a hatchery
It's dark in here
Oblivion is less than an inch away
My eyes open
Ambition co-exists inside these gusts shaking me awake.
You've got to be kidding,
I didn't even get to choose.
I would've been a waterfall,
Or an eclipse
Now I'm being pulled inside another ridiculous idea.
I start sinking, I feel frightened
My earth, my ears, my face, my tears
my lies, my thoughts,
your eyes, your touch
Her soul, his smile, her lips, for miles.
his curiosity, her modesty
one another, mindfully.
As my shadow grows and my ****** hair thickens
My words soften, and become a contrition
My heart is frail
And full of love
I clutch my palms and hope the universe will send me someone from above
Laughs and whistles
Horses and doves
Someone **** me already.
Hair on your face
twinkle on your nose
beautiful lips & a heavenly soul
i feel myself squint
i feel my heart melt
my love begins & and my arms give out
I've been laying here forever Drowning In a sphere
I can't remember the last time I shut the door.
Where did all this dust come from?
My eyes are heavy again
I can make out a few shadows
I need solace from the gods.
Perhaps a knife so I could pierce my way out of reality
I'm traveling on a cloud,
panning my body into submission
Strangled, I need to light a candle.
I can feel your breathing Materializing inside of me.
The cadence of your voice, slowly lifting my body into the air.
What is this place?
You're light as a feather.
Anyone could disappear in your smile,
I sometimes eat with my mouth open.
This is a mistake
A dream within a mad house...
Someone is pulling my nose and I know it.
Have I ever confessed?
I love listening to the rain.
You play the hand that reaches
The enthusiastic oiled machine
Begging for my blood.
I need my filling it says
Productivity is in demand it says.
My love knows no boundaries it says
I am worm stuck between dementia and cognitive reasoning
My emotions win every time.
I like that
I can feel everything.
That makes me feel beautiful.
Supreme and rich within the skin I live in.
Locked away under gratuitous conditions,
spent my evening,
consoling a nightmare of negative inhibitions.
Oscillating, observing temperaments as they arise.
Ventilating, un-facing malevolent crimes.
Fire walk with me,
keep me from splitting into a bicameral mind.
Shotgun of truth
Wielded & then ****.
Into existence i bring thee: Suffering
Here we are
In a closet,
protected by intimacy.
This is not a reflection,
written on sand
nor a message
left on a mirror
by salient hands.
With a phrase
I will release you.
Into a room,
Without judgment, or breath.
Without a scream of worry,
Or an island of regret.
This is love without witness,
The most naked of vulnerabilities.
The self-seeking, all seeing periphery,
The path back is lost.
In all candor, it's my own behavior that i abhor.
This troubling state, this drunk inertia.
Is no commodity that deserves praise.
For a troubled man, full of sores
will end up crying alone.
many thanks to my bedroom ceiling, and the fractals that play in between a quick intermission.
Repulsive, obtuse, pompous, deaf, dumb, sweetheart,
ill set a candle for you
i swear, i swear, i swear
i accept you (myself).
You lay in my bed,
Your eyes are glowing,
Now that you're here I don't know how to live,
Your name warmly leaves my lips,
Explosive, explosive laughter.
Come drown me
I can't hold out much too long.
She who lives
I clumsily made my way in
At first I stared,
and a stare I received in return.
It's gaze felt loving,
"Easy friend", it said
"Easy, this white void is clarity"
"Nothing runs up these walls"
There's just you and your verse,
Sung only by the tune of your heart.
I told it of my great worries, my human doubts, my lack of courage.
This thing took form of a beetle,
At the moment of its metamorphosis
Almost Instantly, my corporeal mass was invaded.
Preposterous, I felt no invasion
I felt, resuscitation
I felt light, I had forgotten what it was like to walk on my tippy-toes
my body finally felt like my own.
the room now existed within me
My soul roared, and I felt happy,
But I also grieved.
I had made a pact with my verse.
That I would enter this room at least once a day
I took off my shoes and walked into the ocean.
You should be here with me
Living inside a whisper
Meditating, We could become a single cloud of consciousness
You should be here with me
Sitting on a smile
Laughing together in a huggggg
Riding an electrical stream of hopeful wishes
Instead i live in a box full of mirrors
Instead I'm creating illusions
Instead I'm in a state of confusion
A command so volatile
Sometimes can seem, insufferable.
At the knees of regret, each day can feel, like walking barefoot on a road full of stones.
Clarity seizes, the day guilt is accepted.
Retribution is then counted on your fingers.
Questions are asked and the source is found.
Awe of the universe weighs in.
Scientific reasoning fills the populace
And a new man is Born again, into the cold-breathing-heartless-darkness.
The soul is immutable and so it begins.
and pick up
heavy and lose
i own the night
i own my dreams
the right to live
Tonight's the night i die
without circumstance, without center
i stand alone, dancing, bleeding.
Freckles in bloom, i resume my disorder
What keeps me Magnus?
Eyes, points of black flame
Brown, underneath the blackened hair.
Lips, like gorgeous labellum
Sunflower, my mind escapes into a sunset ether
The window to my fire escape is open
And i can't help but think of you.
beyond the pale
and catch a look
at the proxy (yourself).
Glimpse at the unfamiliar,
at the sweet terror of someone,
you've never known (yourself).
Revel and tune in,
on the loose lips of a stranger(yourself).
in the queer warmness of this red rose.
Learn to love the unmanicured-self.
the new self that needs you.
Inside everyone of us exists a chorus.
A picture-present, set of voices.
In this abstract, I find thought & reality
to be a singular unit.
Each conglomerate sings of a present desire/want.
We are made gods in this place, bounded of course by the limitations of our own imagination.
Some thoughts are wicked, some thoughts are pleasant.
Some thoughts must be simply kept wholesome, to keep the world from our essence.
Sadly, i find that nothing i conjure is 100% my own.
Each spin of the web is a subset creation of some else's ideas, someone else problems. In this i find that free will of course is also evaporated.
i the author stands on the shoulder of another.
in this realization i am set free.
While you're Holding on to memories
And Shifting to old thoughts.
You must remember that your mind will become into a prison, if you don't believe in love, and crawl outside of your box.
So offer your burdens and I'll give you a handful of eyes.
You will no longer be a comfortable liar, under any new sky.
As your psyche calls for autonomy
And empirical confirmation.
I promise you'll be made whole and fatty, Without any reservations.
My soul feels tense And perceptions feel clogged
I hope to tie myself up into bundle,
So I can finally sleep like a frog.
First I heard knocking
I felt a displacement in myself
Nothing mattered but the alarms wailing inside me
I had to cry
I had to
Idiot child I unearthed you to bring light about thee
We are both the same ******* person
We are of the same vine.
You sold me on your breathing
The truth lingers, worse its rotten
Crawling all over my bedroom, it insists I won't ever be forgotten
Oh but with an army of you living inside me, I don't see a reason to fade out
Belligerent monster, hone in on my thoughts.
I love you, but I am ridding myself of this nebulous distortion.
Where did i leave my self respect?
When did i start splicing pieces of my heart into small dividends?
I can feel myself dying; pulse checking,
i want to make sure i can still hear the kid in me crying.
What if the rocks i un-face hide no answers?
Instead all the faces i awake bring all sorts of new disasters?
And the bricks (thoughts) that are weaved inside my head.
Are corruptions built to jade me dead.
And those floating heads that scream & bite.
Are all false anyway,
So i bid you all Goodnight!!
Her fingers have sunk in
Metal clanks, a hard surface
Man it's cold
Super imposed soul you cannot live here
Please no aroused dancing in the halls
Pick those chimos out of your nose already
Rally up the men it's time to tie up the noose
Everyone is strapped up, but lost within
This sacrifice deserves a whole afternoon
What did you say was on the tube tonight?
It's a center dream
Pasting the ones I want
I'm haunting myself
Not allowing sleep to grab me
A false beginning, ending with a middle. A nightmare now, transformed. I shake myself and try to suffocate myself. I remember I can't hate myself.
The pain leads me back to my grave
I've gotten used to a bed of roses
Should of known this.
But what do I know?
Oh yeah how to pray
And how to eat
And how to love.
Can't stop asking
Whether this can be or not.
And when I do ask
I get happy and angry
Sad and lonely
Drunk and stupid
Climbing inside is ritual.
I build myself in this place
discussions are curated,
decisions are made and I connect all the veins.
I invite all my wolves (emotions) inside,
and make pelts out of them.
Gloriously i let them cover my body,
It is then that I become the supreme oppressor.
A GOD dressed in thicker skin,
making whole hearted claims to peace and sovereignty.
In Victory I am made cold,
perverted, I am quick to lose sight.
the path back breaks me anew
And my predilection for all things soothed,
Makes me climb back
Into the crucible I crawl
Seeking a better man.
Your actions are violent,
A misrepresentation of character.
Wounded light, you have a friend in me.
I don't believe you're worthless
In fact, your happiness is my own.
A signature, I still very much enjoy.