I practice origami with the universe.
The corners kiss before their bodies are pressed closer together.
Stars overheat and I, I catch the supernova before it fades like the memory of yesterday's events.

The faucet's voice was gargled by the water as I washed clean my hands
But the presence of this idiom will never signify an end.
I can only ever wash the guilt, it's temporary even then.

I teeter 'long the edge of Death's sidewalk.
I hope one day he will acknowledge my presence and open the door.

Dear Writers,

Water the page with thoughts and observe the roses which root and flourish.

The world has turn ablaze and ashes squander the seed's life into asphyxiated pieces of decayed flesh but not before it's life force seeped into the ground. It took root and sensed the passing of ignorance and flourished into something tangible, at least in the areas effect by rebirth. Ashes have yet to settle upon the rest of the earth to allow such rebirth but the seeds are already awaiting acceptance.

Thorns will ***** the ones who handle
stems as they choose to dandle
petals with no second thoughts.
All their efforts led to naught.

Mother wipes the sweat
From her forehead with her forearm.
In her fist are pine needles she must spread around a tree
As if she were wrapping a towel over her wet child.

Father rubs his palms against his jeans
As he examines the garden bed for weeds.
He spots one and digs his fingers ‘till he feels the roots.
He pulls as if he were plucking lint off his child’s clothes.

Let’s stay this way.
Old white t-shirt stained with grass on the floor while axe cologne lingers in my nostrils.
Visit my hair with your fingertips, let not one strand be neglected for then I shall be neglected.
Eventually, place your hand on my cheek to steady your lips as you gently kiss me.

Look into my eyes.
Oh! How I love looking into the oceans you carry; my soul ventures with the intent of being lost.
Visit, I will visit and mark every island with a whispered “I love you”.
Eventually, after much elapsed cradling of waves I will let myself be found.

Let your thoughts of the outside world jump the tracks, fall into a river, and drown.
Only, snag the thoughts of you and me from falling into forgetfulness.
Visit my arms and I will become gravity, holding you to my chest as you listen to our heart.
Eventually, let’s give ourselves to weariness as we listen to our heart.

Ashes falter ride a breeze
waver some collectively.

Considering you a fallacy is a hollowness in my chest
a bent-out percussion instrument, it's quality won't be the best.

If it were only me I would stand in the line of fire
feel my body turned gymnast contort as the bullets riddle
kiss the ground with prideful lips, rise, and implore for more.

but life is a cruel dictator and commends my brethren to torture along side of me.

I finger paint the craters of the moon with hints of your smile. Whoever said to start counting sheep can never fathom the importance of keeping track of the times your name is exhaled. I can never play connect the dots with the stars for I will only spell yours right next to the wishing star. I pretend the universe is paper and fold it. I am closer to you than ever before but the stars are crossed.

I count the stars in my sleep.
with my eyes closed I find the North Star
but wake up heading south.

Flakes knock lightly on the windowpane
I direct my attention outside.
Ashes taint the ground with bitter gray
As I watch the flames inherit the earth.


I spotted a man, water in pail
He extinguished another held tightly by flames
The now free man cringes and yells
“It is my right to be held by flames”
With that he ran into the woods
The tops painted with carmine.

The world is burning, it’s losing its leaves
All because we are all right, we are all wrong.

Wine pools, trickles into the water.
The stench of cooper is strong.

The wind is talking in clues
And yet saying nothing sensible; nonsense.
The clouds snicker above me
As if they were snickering at me. How rude they think they're perfect.
See that one there! It has a lump and that one there looks, well looks rather odd.
Is that an elephant trunk hanging free? Or perhaps something else hanging low...oh dear. Cloud, have a little decency.
The wind spoke, "Ignore them, they snicker for they know not
what beauty is"
And then the wind spoke once more with breathy blows "your mind must be with the clouds."
"Excuse me"
"You're being bullied by clouds and comforted by wind."
And then it stormed.
The clouds turned to rain
As the rain fell down
The wind blew round
and round
Oh dear...
Have I fell down the rabbit hole?
Again....
Or is this my shot at Emerald city?

Body

You know growing at one point in life we loved our childhood but now my life is even better now that i have you.
you make it so much better girl i just wanna make you happy
and now im free, free falling yeah free fallin you have me feeling like im on cloud 9
let be there for you girl cause i wanna be your forever

my life changed dramaticly when you told me we were through it made me feel like i didnt even wanna live anymore so i told myself i gotta change
so i searched high n low for a girl like you but there was no hope because nobody could ever replace you

so i wrote a note telling you that i wanted you back and if you came back then i would change i took it and hung it up three days later you walked in my house found my body laying on the floor you looked up and saw the note i wrote you just started crying and o how i wish i could wake up but i was already gone

1.) You would never leave my side as if you were an extra appendage I was taught I couldn't function without.
2.) You knew me like the back of your hand as if every word I spoke nestled inside the wrinkles.
3.) You loved me as if I didn't know about the whispers you told the one on the side.

And it's in the roots of trees I have lost my faith
As they tunnel deeper into earth my life is lapped away.

“If you're not going to use your free speech to criticize your own government, then what the hell is the point of having it?”
"It is not always the same thing to be a good man and a good citizen.”
"One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws.”

A field of flowers
   will never remain absolute in purity

In the meadows where trees are seldom,
purple flowers congregate.
Their petals flutter as they mutter
hidden by the breeze.
In the meadow where trees are seldom,
purple flowers congregate
Their stems contort as they abort
dew from their leaves.
In the meadows are purple flowers.
Are those flowers free?

It was in a moment
Between
         the pause of the clock's tick.
          the exhalation and stalling of your breathing
          the pumping of blood before the next beat of your heart.
It was in a moment I realized

                           *It's time to wake up

I am without garments
My soul fully disclosed.
The fruit offered seductively
is dropped pit half exposed.
The juice drenches my flesh,
I am drenched only in woe.
Never will I see the heavens
When I've tasted down below.

Eat the Fruit.

But I rather taste the bitterness of ignorance than sweet knowledge you promise

Eat the Fruit

But, when I read those lips I see malicious intent not the concern you softly present

Eat The Fruit

But

I wish I could do it over again.

I have become fluid as water
malleable for his needs
malleable for  his wants
but when he attempts to fold me over
like a blanket
I will be stone
Tomorrow.

Unto you, my only love, I bestow pearls laced with spider's silk.

I ate a drumstick
      And thought of your love
            Thick, juicy, and the cause of high cholesterol.

Then, I ate a cupcake
    And thought of your best-friend
              Sweet, Soft, and good when I take a bite.

Why do you hate me?
Why is it when i throw a line in your direction you cut it
with jagged glares and "I don't cares?"
Why do you ignore me?
You hear the sounds of desperation but you ****** your chin higher than my vocal range.

*why am I struggling to reach you?

pages rustling
I am immortal
my words will live on.
And they will hustle
every mind into portals
where thinking is drawn.
I am immortal.

I have eaten the fruits of a fallen society
The rubble has punctured my sense of pride
and I lie dying
with the light overshadow inside.

The past is not a speck of dust
One can wipe away with cloth.
Nor does it just come at night
like a hungry moth.
It's the elephant in your mind
taking all the storage space
and people know of it's existence
They can see it on your face
when you gaze into the air
observe Intensely the specks of dust
collecting layer after layer.
*Is the past a speck of dust?

With thinking outside the box,
         it grew envious of the confined space.

And it slumbered in the crevices of my brain
Awoke with a growl, low and bone gargling
It yanked itself up jumping high before landing,
leaving an impression on my frontal lobe.
Sometimes I am handed raw meat and I with a satisfied smirk feed it.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
Forgive me for remembering you.

And he held the universe in both hands
Balancing the solar system on his fingers.
The sun grew too hot and he tilted the scale.
If there was air on the palms of his hand
One would have heard the bellowing screeching
of the people muffled by the oceans.

You're just a whisper
in the back of the classroom
Snagging my attention
before the teacher comes.

Dear __,

And it's not the same anymore...my sentences once strong and fluent in confidence weaken and linger with those haunting ellipses...they hang over my head like a neon sign...a neon sign flickering at only half the...and i once believed our lives would be a double helix...you entwined to my being and i yours...but now...

Sincerely,

Francisco D.H

If only the kiss could whisper your beauty
you harbor within your cells
Maybe a dream becomes reality
And I wouldn't have to tell.

And the summer sun has moist my back with light kisses
But with the rain's light laughter they're washed away
into the gutter of disappointment.

But then his back severed the cord as it closed the door to our conversation.
What wanted to be said got hit in the face and retreated into my throat.
and
I choked on every syllable.
I too turned not desiring to be cradled by the arms of silence.
I opened the door leading to the case of stairs.
Every step mimicked his words enraging my feet
and
They attempted to mute but they grew weary in defeat.
Closing my eyes I spun facing his general direction.

It was as if an audience drew in breath,
Afraid their breathing would interrupt the ****** of this scene.

White noise complained obnoxiously, fluttering nigh the sides of my ear
And
An inferno asphyxiated brashly the cells my heart neared.


“You were-are worth it”


But those words muffled by the cradling arms of silence
Were carried by the white noise
Before
Ashed by the inferno.

I'm getting lost in my mind trying to leave behind everything that leads to you
But in the end I met with repercussions with no idea what to do.
And I am told to ignore all your words from the past of my youth
But how do you muffle sounds when it was all you ever knew?

at this moment reminiscing gives me such a high
but I know I'll withdrawal before the end of the night
And the tears that I'm holding are comming on nigh
I know the sheets will drown with shattered dreams at the end of the night.

But it wasn't your fault at least that's what I say
Because once a heart is set, it can't change its way
or Changes its course it has for the day
or for the rest of its life though it brings dismay.

I was too caught up in visions too caught up in scripted fantasies
to even acknowledge that it aint possible this thought of you and me.
But that's what happens when you are a teenager in love  you disagree
With the truth that lies before you, you try to work its kinks.

And I am sorry for applying too much pressure when you were screaming for me to stop
I guess lost in my own head the screws the pins all of 'em popped
Leaving me diluted with polluted thoughts.
But that's what happens when you are a teenager in love  you disagree
With the truth that lies before you, you try to work its kinks.

My heart is 60 percent dead
40 percent wallowing.

And the light flickers keeping track of time
While I am sitting on my unmade bed.
It's a struggle to keep in mind
That to you all this love is dead.

I hear the whispers coming from the walls
Sending my heart into the gaping abyss.
And maybe I should've prevented the fall
But it's hard to resist your crooked kiss.

And maybe I'm in denial
maybe that's okay
At least once in awhile
you tend to come my way

These nights spent aren't wasted
like your breath when you leave.
False hope was what I tasted
but still you "love me".

This bourbon fits nicely in the palm of my hand
I found a way to make it work
You wouldn't understand.
Stumbling down the hall I'm told
"your a mess"
but what they don't know is
I revealed on the outside all the brokenness.

Last night I dreamnt  
I was a middle aged man running from the law.
The buttoned up shirt once white
Gasped and sighed with the wallowing of the wind.
It's tattered tongues trembled, trickling blood from a gaping hole in my chest.
And I caught my breath

Caught the specks of dust along the corners of my lips
Caught the murmuring of animals, the vagabonds of night
but not th-

Now I am waiting for that moment
When they find you dead.
"******* Great. Just ******* great"
-_-

My soul
is it just a collage of many experiences bound within a host
And death of the host releases this collage until it is reborn?