stepping onto the edge of a cliff
golden prairie brushing against your skin
the frothy seas bristle as thoughts float adrift
as waves crash onto sheer white rocks akin

breathe, you are a tree
the breeze resurfaces and kisses a melody
exhale, let the tension drain out
as the sky tumbles to commemorate your tragedies

close your eyes, you remain a tree
your roots travel far underneath
allow the space to come from within
and from the heart so shackled, so begin

balance against the tide
sightlessly gazing onto present converged  
a foot on land and another in space once denied  
open your gaze to your experiences submerged

stay, patience, let your branches grow
sleep, meditate, let your spirit heal
as the waves crash on those tumbling white stones
and an inner smile diminishes your withering woes

maybe, perhaps, there is a time
where the fallen shadows
and hooded eyes
sweep out from the deafening hood
into a broader night sky,
a stunning, sublime silver
of magenta crescent moon,
blood orange and flushed
because that is the way
reminiscent sways amidst
a stroke of passion
and there is that beautiful moon
spotted glistens of a starry sky,
talking, laughing, singing a soft melody
to cool the aching strides
which create pitfalls and unbearable demise,
nay, don't look that way
don't squander where the land is darker,
where the soil is tethered by an eternal blackness,
no, keep a chin up high to the glimmering starry sky
and the glimmer of magenta orang moon,
holding close to dear heart the memory
of a twilight setting nigh

that inexplicable chill which numbs my fingers
typing away with all the wonders
they cram in my head, leading my mind
off into the distant wild lands
of unknown adventures and tiring feet
and sitting in a warm glow
of Sunday morning coffee
I type and type away
filling my heart's content with such dreams
cursing the day I stop believing
I will type until the cold penetrate my will
Type a world which we have all come to fill

I close my eyes
And the ache recedes through
These words lop-side, so distantly, unknowingly
Into increasing, massive
Space

My mind reverberates
With the echoes of memories
And with every blink through time
All is lost in increasing, massive
Space

The curves of this pen
And the ink left behind
My conscience pruned into lost corners,
My presence grows faint

And I am left staring through
The remnants of my artifacts
And all that is left is increasing, massive
Space

fluttering piano keys echoing in the still air
translucent marble brushing like a grey cloud
or porcelain china shattering on the notes
a ricochet of melodies erupting from the *****
fingers roaming across the black and white keys
turmoil rolling in them, tense with the passion
erupting from the wrist, coiled in the suspense
a single window of harmony and dissonance
filling, swelling the empty room
for the walls to remember, cracks in longevity

Could I handle
A tremble
Bursting happiness
Lingering
In the edges
Of my cheeks

sometimes,
I feel incomplete.

sometimes,
I need to be
                     here.

sometimes,
I wish I
                    could turn back
                                            to the days
                          
            I felt
                                                                                                                 *infinte

I am tired
Tired

I tried to write two poems
In fact

About the reasons why

How I have not found
Someone I have been
Looking for

How it's so ******* exhausting
How temporary
My life has behold

Nothing is set in stone
But i would like
The feeling of security
With the chaos seething
Like a bile undertone

it's strange, strange that these syllables
shuddering in my head rebounds,
a eclipse of shivers and taunts,
fixated stares into the barrel of a gun
there are more than one way
to **** a person,
to annihilate everything
to which they belong
and be left with none,

just watch the way you step,
the words which linger
on the cusp of your lips,

beware your shoulders
shudder and accentuate
the tightness of your hips,

or a quick turn of your head
immersed, over-crowded
joints creaking heavy like lead

a lone picture frame
silhouetted in the dark
gazing eyes behind the glass
washed away from the glare
of moonlit snare,

a story hidden
a memory buried
but save for this glare
of such lucid aghast
in the beauty of itself
in the moment where
light touches the glass

and another world unfolds

A raining brethren of splintering rain
Lacing the woes as knights filled fists
Clashing with that of trembling ground
Each footfall a smog in the glimpse

Wading through the haunt of hollow words
Sometimes the leech and gag in the pool
Swimming in the tankard clasped to my head
Needless to say pouring words which built instead

Trembling, capsizing, leaking through defenses
Once fortified with daisies akin glowing reminiscents
Numbing in nights such as this
Solitudes dispairs respite multitude aware

a maroon blanket wrapped around my shoulders
sitting under the waning yellow glow
of the desktop lamp,
nothing but the sound of the keyboards clicking
and the nighttime darkness pressing
my toes are slightly cold
and my stomach rumbles with hunger
in this dead of the night,
with remnants of daily bouts
scattered without a doubt
this moment sneaks utters clarity
so I have to record it
at how I'm painfully aware
that my heart in my chest
thumps without consent
out of necessity, it thrives
like how I weave in and out
of people's lives
just happens so, I cannot help it
never did I give permission
for loneliness to come rattling
against my rib cage and announce
that it's another period in time
no one here to keep the covers warm
or someone to hold hands with
down the lengthy sea shore
I am caught between day and night
just caught and careless
of what my head fills regardless
spontaneous illusions and
ravenous assumptions,
really, I am not as lonely as seemed
just a little hurt
in this fraction of in-between
I am set adrift
without someone
to keep my tethered
and warm

keep it low,
keep it low,
the signatures of malice
the tears and tears
negligence consumes
and hatred blinds
how to prevail pass
its parasitic teeth

There does not need be
A king

And do not praise me
A queen

Fixate the hole in the ground
The blisters in the crease
The black eye and sore heart

I carry the shovel
Where ever needs be

A desecrator with a fearless
Grin nestled in the crooks
Of my painted red lips

Breath
The vessel
Journeyed across
Expanse
And oblivion
Can be taken easier

Carry the jar strapped to my pack
Sealed tightly so wolves cannot lunge
It's a breathing organism
A riveting chance, a manifesting fixation