I want to plant sunflowers,
Eight feet tall, with thick stems.
Sun-praising guardians
Who'll show me where the light is.

I want to be your sunflower,
Five feet tall, and frail
I'll wrap you in delicate leaves,
Withering and pale.

I want to plant sunflowers,
Who’ll bow their heads at night
As they trek through a dreamland
Guiding away all the fright.

I want to be your sunflower
But I’m not strong enough.
Can’t stand the heat from the sun,
Didn’t grow from the nutrients
Of love.

I want to be your sunflower.
Shower you in healing rays,
Give you sun-drop kisses,
Light the darkness that makes
You afraid.

I want to be your sunflower,
But I’m only a ****.
Sitting amongst the ones I grew,
Hoping you’ll pick me.

-SLuR

Mantles mimic maternal movements,
Moving meticulously, meshing
Mobile muscle material and minerals.
Merely mocking mothers;
Methodically milking maintenance
Mapped to membranes of man.
Mildly moaning musical magic,
Melting mutual matter.

-SLuR

I sleep hoping to find that when I wake this is a dream,
That my veins are seams to some other human being.
That one day my words won’t cling to my teeth,
And my tongue won’t be a platform for broken speech.

Let this skin not be a larva bound to grow from ****,
But to form into a pupa of beautiful metamorphosis;
I want to shed from a cocoon and emerge a butterfly
And for once be held in the beholder’s elusive eye.

Strip from me this visage, this form, this sin;
All the ugliness that penetrates my surface, and writhes within.
Purge me from my own skewed expectations,
And I shall be renewed, a fetus cleansed- born again.

-SLuR

Yes, I'm back
and yet I'm back at this stage
where I feel alone
and missing someone
I'm just someone who prefers
to be alone
to be surrounded
by my own self
my own companion
People go and get happy
beside me
But when it's night
they go away
and go far so easily
That's why I hate their presence
I hate it when they're attached to me
and they suddenly drifted away
like a leaf
sometimes I felt like the ocean
pushing the boats to the land
and prefers to be alone

I'm the monster clawing at the walls.
You gave me the taste for your blood and then locked me in here.
Your scent stains every surface in the room;
Tantalising but with no flesh to sink my fangs into.
Rabid dog-type wildness becomes me,
Transforms me into a thing driven by madness and instinct.
You are the prey with footprints but no body.
I am the predator never knowing satiety.
Pacing replaces hunting, I'm starving,
And your constant, elusive presence has me frenzied.
Viscera begin to litter the room.
Yours or mine? I don't know. I'm starving.

It was a seductive day in Phoenix
The only one I'd ever seen
Rain fell from the heavens so harshly
This wasteland turned into an evergreen

Just as overbearing as the heat of day
This desert showed no mercy
The barriers were broken and the flood was released
Blessing this land with novelty

Thunder like drums through the midnight skies
Lightning to lead our way
For twenty-four hours, this place was pure ecstasy
Never was there a more enchanting day.