i look to the sky
and find myself
amongst the star(s
o softly breathing,
i wish i could
inhale thee)

i mold their skins
made of reaction
after reaction after
re(energize)action
i hold hydrogen
in my rough palm
until the cold fire
burns twin holes
through my hand(s
tuck together with
dripping plasma
opals that i wrap
about Night's neck
with tender finger)s
o speakth The Lord

i look to the sky
hoping to find myself
amongst the light of
sweet star(s
low and bright)
but i find myself
within black holes
drinking all my hopes
until they're re(purposed)
duced to nothing
mere (wo)man can see

i'd
cry
but
tears
fail
to
f
  a
     l
       l
in
space -
serving
only
to
blind
you

How my hubristic heart grows heavy
With the blithering brevity
That is love -
Love how I scorn the very
Mention of the word, the worst word;
One made of tacky two buck cards
And cheap chocolate samplers.
Why love is nothing but absurd!

Tis on the mind of every man,
Burning Life's color til she grows wan
And waxen, my dear lady do not
Let the soft, sweet poppy besot
You - I know it's true face,
A sickly, febricula I fail to efface.

Love, how I abhor the name,
The act duplicitous for all involved,
There are no winners, merely fools
Left to drown in the din of falderal.
**** it to hell, that venomous visage!
I refuse to accept such a curse as love,
How I spit the letters one by one,
With you, fair monster, I am done.

Yet, I cannot seem to help
How much I yearn to stretch taunt
My heart til my love is gaunt,
Fraught with fear and thin with time;
It will be my undoing
All because I can't start shooing
That nuance of a feeling on its way
To ruin some other simpleton's day.

How I love to hate ye,
Are the thoughts that reside
Like a warm body curled beside me.

Watching a sunset
Splay its colored body
Against a hollow, indigo sky.  
Her children,
Lost glowing specks
Of iridescent dust,
Peek out from behind their
Empty, lightless blanket -
Shy and blushing.  

Tongue and tooth
Clicking together,
Tickled by vibrating
Chords hidden in heated
Throats.  
Stories slink
From one mouth
To another,
Tickling their
Deep limbic systems
Until every nerve
Is laced with
Oxytocin.  

Laying in grass
More brown than green
With stomachs to the sky
Are bodies with connected
Palms.  
Formless dinosaurs spin
In shapeless teacups,
While amorphous cats
Shift into mustachioed whales.  

Bodies curl around each other
Like clay
Fusing into one piece
And two colors,
Both a shade of red.  
A chest meets a back.  
Its fluttering heart
Crashing through
Two sets of ribs,
To rest with another,
Both bleeding in tandem.  

Love is
Not some byproduct
To gather dust
While writhing, undulating bodies
Coat the air with sweat.  
Love isn't made,
Nor is it preformed.  
Love is

When I have fears I won’t get likes
After posting my senseless selfie (taken in my bathroom),
After tweeting a witty, wasted “Yikes!”
Upon seeing the latest Cyrus escapade on Reddit come afternoon;
When I behold, upon night’s starred face,
I see it through my IPhone’s two-dimensional screen,
And I think that’s what’ll get the rest of the race
To notice me, after all I’m important – I don’t mean
To demean, but I’m the fairest creature of the hour;
I sometimes fear that you shall never look upon me,
Well I never have to worry for now I have the power
Of unreserved reticence to bestow upon thee –
**** the hollowed experience, the heart, the mind lag;
For my exhausted existence has been validated #420yoloswag.

There's a hole in my chest,
Carved from sad, broad hands
Attached to thin wrists
That are my own.

All day and night it bemoans
Its very existence,
Its marred, pulpy edges
Because it never asked to be made.

In fact all my life I've been forbade
Of making holes, told they're voids
One cannot fill -
Better left for the lonely people.

And yet I thought a steeple
Or a plot of dirt, a flower ***
Was all the space needed
To feel whole.

So I dole
Myself one, only
To realize my mistake
Rather belatedly.

I was told today
That I should step back
And look at myself
My thoughts, my beliefs -
Because apparently
I don't know myself well enough
To know who I am.

My hands had strychnine spasms
Until they became stuck fists
And my stomach acid
Licked up my throat to tickle my tongue.
But I'm not allowed to be angry
Because it's wrong, it's dangerous
So I felt my hot cheeks grow damp
As I grew to hate
My plummeting heart.

How dare You!  You,
Who is not Me,
Can never understand
The way red balloons lose helium
In my head making it float high
Until all that He has leaked out
And then I fall
But it's good,
More that good,
Because I can feel my skin tingle
As I learn to fly.

You'll never know of the
Grey ash in my blood
Filling up my flaming heart
With dust and dirt
Slowly smoldering past my paper skin
Until I burst into embers,
Scattering in the breeze and on the seas,
Burning for a second
Before I'm out.

Self entitled
Pretentious
Damnable
You,
Who dare to presume
You understand Me,
When You've barely begun
To know Me.