Does anyone truly understand
why flames dance?

Rhythmically burning
flicking and fluttering  
on the wick.

The more it burns
the closer the
flame approaches the
end

Perhaps this is why flames dance
better to burn out
in a state of rhythmic bliss
than to be snuffed out standing still

I write to take away this suffering
that builds up
after years over exposure
to the outside

I write to place myself
on the operating room table
dissect each fiber and
better understand what I'm
made up of

I write to tell the world
that I'm alive
that I'm not afraid to die
that I'm willing to try
to
make the most of this time
I spend traveling around this
spherical spaceship

filled with ice and fire
love and hate
tallest trees
and smallest microbes

I write to proudly say
I reject your hate
the suffering proposed
and the so called world
you know

I write to hear the sounds of
crashing waves
see the darkness in the deepest caves
feel the clouds that roll by

I write because I'm alive

They tried to convince me
that Cadillacs are a valuable
commodity

And it's perfectly normal
to erase my imperfections
ritually

That water from bottles
are for my health
not to generate
wealth

Try to convince me
that eating protein
is the only way to
build a strong man

And that people
can be classified
by their brands

They try to convince me
that they are what I need
but their shackles
cannot lock onto me

Spilt black ink
covers the pages
blocking stylized
letters
recorded
underneath

Trying to
remember
my best
while I sit here
writing
when I'm
missing you
to
death

I don't believe its
coincidence
when we dance
our eyes
are perfectly
aligned

And when
we kiss,
our lips
lock
like two
elegant
puzzle pieces

Standing in the center of a poorly lit room
dark clouds in the sky as the storm looms
admiring the art and pictures of you

Young smile at the beach, white bridal veil,
the first time we danced,
the last time we sailed

Light from a nearby window is split
exposing the spectrum of colors
lightly chuckle to myself realizing
all the colors
always exist
beaming past you
and me