it happens with the cycle,
a reprehensible mortal creature,
tipped with a wartish growth,
each **** a flounder of the species,
upon each other ‘tis unlike.
but not a wretched thing, no.
a guise tolling with verbality,
to break alast a brain anew
and isolate much unlike one
other; the fair sexed human.
unsexed, unwholly aside, a
rejection to the mortality
of sayest all the species’,
remiss and reproduce, care-
less and lesser, and breed.
qualia in a moment, felt
but not yet true, anew and
coming soon, it hopes,
for a structure in solace
warm and grown itself.
something unsexed, bordering
against what all sayings hark:
but something special, a third.
one newly sought,
as wishes to be:
shall become.

where is their heart?
I see it, there
buried in the scarlet and hurt
barely pushing blood and ready to burst

but it’s not from love. it cannot feel.
it has only hatred, burning for repeal
shunning calculation for sentiment and pain
for the thrill of what it was to **** again

are they sorry, in some part?
yes; but not the heart.
the heart still remembers what had been; that strange not-love —
birdsong that clipped the dove, (and let its shackles rust.)

so it is the brain that must do
because heart cannot feel,
and the only path left to choose
is to let itself heal

I burn the flower in my chest
before it can blossom. see:
I know what it’ll look like,
I know what I’ll be

like the roaming packs of
kids on the street
the ones that think
too much like me
their brains set aflame
the blossoms again killed
for the sake

of making them into what we think is ‘normal’?

I think, “I can't be like them.”
I won't. Not here, or there,
where the pyre is strongest,
our sins laid bare;

so when I see her in the mirror,
the flower’s how I breathe.
at once, reality fissures
for a glimpse of what I could be

her smile glowing like a moonlight in the sky,
soft as feather, brighter than a star.
my eyes can't process how beautiful
all i can do is admire it

i asked the moon, “why do I feel this way?
why do the stars all dim everytime i saw her?”
it sighed, “because her light outshines the night
she’s not just beauty, she’s the reason why.”

“i wish i were beside her,” i sighed to the moon.
“what would you do?” it asked, softening its glow.
my heart beating fast, “just let her know
she’s my dream, and i want it to be true.”