You are to me as I am to myself
Reflected distortions
I look to you
When unraveling complications
I wonder into
A comforting soundboard

The taste of your touch lingers
On the contours of my body
Ripples of a dream swirl through
My vision's like raindrops entering puddles
Only if they knew how your presence intoxicates me
Looking sober to the spectators in the distances
Never let the honeymoon feelings fade
Only playing the fool for you

Watching the sun
cut into a new day
everything drenched
in pale colours
clouds move with
the dead of grey
I know a place
where a velvet moon
is thrown across the
soothing sea
where the spring
mornings are endless
where there are more
flowers than tall buildings
where the ocean breeze
blows salt on our skin
where the lavender
dances with the wind
we can dream forever
escape this ordinary life
I know a place …
Clay.M

I sold my soul when I was twelve,  
Whispering wishes to the stars above,  
Asking for love and wealth untold,  
A dream too heavy for a heart so bold.  

At fourteen, I worked beneath the sun,  
Chasing the promises I thought I’d won,  
Each dollar earned, each task I’d do,  
Building a life I never knew.  

But now, at almost seventeen,  
I see the truth where once was green—  
It wasn’t riches that filled the void,  
But the love I found, the heart I enjoyed.  

So here I stand, both lost and found,  
A life that swirls in endless sound,  
For in your eyes, I finally see,  
The love I sought was meant to be.

Down the river, I sink

Bleeding my tears

Mingling with the stream

Seeking a fountain

Of another world

I scream

I cry

I am deflated

I am exhausted


Curled up in fibers

Soft carpet, lining

Edges of a hallway

You come closer and beckon

Solidary merged

Into cement walls

We linger

We dream in a sense

Comforted by one another

A periwinkle sunset ran across the room
only to devolve into the slippery realization
that the heaviness of wanderlust can be no more

Drunken illusions peck at me once again
sober lullabies dance merrily in rainbow bubbles
drifting through a nebula, Zinging with glee

the couch proclaims another victim
****** into the vacuum of many coats
all fuzzy or woolen cuffed

Punching through the withered vindrals
blinded with foggy concrete
a fluttering vision of gems

makes the garden cornucopia come to life
A creeping smile spiders up the face
with blank stares into empty jars

radiating a glittery photocopied jaw
Now becoming closer to thee
crawling through the messy webs of despair

Children's laughter carries you closer
till suddenly vimbers rattle past
subtlety crunching leaves you looking up
at the bottom floor