Still the winters clutch at straws
the stars reflect what isn't there.
Time is distant when you don't want to live.
And life is boundless when death sleeps in your bed.
It's time to start the bitter walk
past all that I once was.
And pick up the pieces that I forgot.
With frozen fingers tune the strings
And play the scattered notes.

Wax poetic with me and
we'll nurture a new language.

We can speak in love together
while we wait for light of the dead star
to stop shining hatred on our faces.

To you,
I'm a braying boy
with a broken brow,
and a giggly girl
with a **** and no ****

I'm a sad silly circle
suffocated by boxes,
and a ****** box
without borders

To you,
I'm a pixelated picture
penned in binary
but I'm a runny canvas
painted in watercolor

I'm a two-spirit tupperware
all-soul riverway

I want a new pair of glasses
I want a new operating system

Give me a hammer and chisel
and an ever-growing stone
I want to sculpt it forever

I won't touch your
blablabla leftovers
I wanna write
my own recipe

Lemme show you
how I feel about
what you see

I rip apart your dams with my
fingernails and let the rivers
flow with all the ***** I don't give

I flash you my infinity
as I flip you the birdie

I don't care what you want

I am, *****.

one two, cut the apple
three four, eat the core
five six, get the fix
seven eight, it's too late
nine ten, not again
eleven twelve, break my pelvis
thirteen thirteen
six six six
three two
one zip

buddha vishudha
sweet purple umbra
ajna penumbra helix ribbons
rise like feathers out of my face

I looked into our eyes today
I tried to smile when I was dripping with awe
and the corners of my mouth quivered 'til my jaw dropped

I sit and breathe deeply as I see our reflections
and the vertices of all our faces interlacing in intricate ways
I find myself breathing in their rhythm
I find myself telling my mother I love her

We cry jovial understanding into each other's eyes

I catapult myself up through
deoxyribonucleic staircases into
blossoming realms of emotion

There's no time! No words.
Everything is so familiarly alien
and entirely understandable.
I feel everything.

you sacred little ****, you
I love you so much

You may want to take me inside
but your mind is a million dripping daggers
perpendicular to the infinite edges
of my circular paradigms.

your cold soul wraps around me
like a chainmail suit.

I want to love it, as
it's supposed to love me, but
it's heavy and pinches every fiber
of my existence

and why should I wear it
when I want to run into love
completely naked?

My name is derived from Tyrant
I would say you should have expected it
but I am not one to take someone's heart
that is the ultimate crime.

Can't you see that you've stolen your own?
Look in the mirror. Unfurl your ****** fists.

Now my fingers are ablaze with hellfire.