aviisevil

aviisevil Mar 20

monster dreams
and hides,

burning in my
bones,

melting the
doors,

finding ways
to survive
when it gets
cold.

words have
drained,
doused the
fires

outside.

outside, there's
this wilderness
I cannot
control —

how it eats
me whole,
tearing pieces
of my soul

until there's
nothing left
of me

but silence,
untold.

#hurt

aviisevil Mar 18

for when the winter comes

let my tears
bloom as flowers
i will lay them
at your feet

watch their colors
fade to whispers
turn to silence
while i weep

and when the hour
comes to wither
let my sorrows
burn and bleed

like dusk dissolves
into the sea
may the silence
softly keep

the flowers born
from all i weep
and if you ever
dream alone

of tears once sown
just know they bloomed
for you
and you alone

#love

aviisevil Mar 5

Catch the sun

I spiral, and
I burn

'round and
'round

trying to catch
the sun

How I try to
become

someone you'd
know

but I'm not the
one

The days grow
old

the nights come
undone

There's so much
to forget

about the things
I never learned

The knives twist
and turn

the scars weave
and have spun

My tears, old
and young

'round and
'round

I spiral, and
I burn

trying to catch
the sun

#hurt

aviisevil Feb 27

I love the Rain and Autumn

the yellow sun
will rise again

this city will stir
stretching into the day

and I wonder—

will the evening bring
rain?

will dark clouds
cloak the grey sky?

for a moment
perhaps

autumn may
come early

and I wonder if
it will notice I am
not there

it doesn't matter
anymore

aviisevil Feb 27

Silly little life

For I want to be
kissed by the sun

not the candlelight

There isn’t room
at this table
for the both of us

I want to sleep
deep in the forest

close my eyes
and not be alone

A bed for two
only lasts the night

I want to take my heart
hold it in my arms

and not give it back
this time

To laugh and sing
and dance

to let them know
it’s just a silly little life

but it’s mine

#life

aviisevil Feb 26

In the bones of the planet

In the bones of
the planet

blooms an
orchid of silver
moonlight

perhaps in
rebellion

against the grimy clouds
that pour heaven

into tiny
porcelain cups

so easy to
break

and yet, there
it grows—

the
moonchild

risen against
the dark

there's something about rebellion, resilience and the fight against what is heavy, and wrong, and dark and burdening, that somehow, the mundane and ordinary can give birth to something extraordinary, something that defines what it means to be here.

#life

aviisevil Feb 14

will you keep being my home?

I've seen you become
and then change,

and then again,
come back to me

through the same
doors.

As I have come
back to yours.

You were the sky,
the warm floors,

endless days
of summer—

the ones I spent
nestling inside
your arms.

And the way the
city looked when I
stood,

resting in your
calm.

My favorite place
in the world—

I keep telling
everybody

how you were my
special place,

how the world
felt when I looked
over your shoulder.

Where else will I ever
taste the winds of August
caressing my hair?

The many stars that
watched me grow into
an autumn of my own,

or the thousand times
I smiled, laughed,
and cried.

How will anything
ever be the same
without you?

Will you keep being
my home?

When I pass you
by,

will you keep being
my home?

After the tears
have dried,

will you keep being
my home?

After our final
goodbyes,

will you keep being
my home?

Will you keep being
my home?

#home