I hide
In writing
I hide
In notes
I do whatever
To stay
Afloat
The deepths
Of my surface

God sent a serpent
I brought a belt
One full of bullets
Aimed at your face

You may crawl into my spine
And dream the dreams you left behind

You may douse your blanket in gold
And withhold the treasure you wish to unfold

If time doesn't catch up to you soon
You may rest behind the moon
I've left a stardust path just for you

We can live there together forever
Forget the world even exist
Start over fresh

Come back down
After we've made love
To a million planets
We've left behind

To play hide and seek
In the dark with you
Seeing starlit tiptoes
Across your fingertips

Dance for me
Dance for us
You're rhythm
Is what makes the earth vibrate
Doors open to other rooms

It's what we call vibrational confidence
And it's no coincidence
You wI'll see it soon
Over and over

Making lighting out of fire
Unbracing the savlvage attire
Forkoined the darkness
It doesn't hold you still

I Do
I'm you
In a hundred years

Reach up to me
Call my name
Ursula
Eugenie
Letgo the bitter after thoughts
Of long ago

You were born of earth
Camafkouged by bread
Eaten alive
At the very. flesh

But no one knew
That wasn't you
It was a picnic
For the ants

And we my dear
Ate the whole **** Sky
Achoo
Bless you
I love,your will power
And drive
The way it excites
You
The way it opens up your eyes
Like ice glades
About to crash into
The night air
The deepening
In you pupils glare

The iris moves
To a melodic sound
One not many can hear
One not seen
But found

You are a chosen one
Made from love lust and fumes
Fuel the empty kinder
And make perfume



I

Her eyes become impatterned
Her lips spread apart from the idea and light up the dark

Arrow through head
Back dot breathe

Its far more advanced
Than anyone knew
There are holes
You can fall through
And not have a freaking clue

The gap
Is another word
For depression or the blues
It seems my mind
Tears apart what it
Use to use
And makes me think
That I'm being abused
That every answer
To every thought
Is wrong
Pointless
Or incomplete

But on the other hand
It can be a good thing
A thing to use
A canvas
A poem
A way to reach out
To a few

So don't give up hoping
The fog will soon lift
I'm still obbssessed with
Finding my gift
Even through everyday
Chores I find life
A little too boring
But as soon as I start
To pour it seems
The gates start closing

Where is the open door?
What is it im searching for?

To write where no one follows
To lead where there is no path
To take hold of the mundane
And make something magical
That's what a poem does to your life