YOU are so tasteful.

so majestically bitter and slick like thick honey. ferocious peach preserves with ghost pepper infused inside. your tears salt the ocean. your verbal ***** coat a lilac scent on my tongue.

YOU are so delightfully enigmatic.

you write your letters with your own ****** ink with a scandalous smile, agonizing and anticipating the ****** of a sentence you don't dare finish. i stare with a trembling gaze at your fingertips dipped in crimson hue. your lazy eyes stagger my weight onto my right side—the weaker one.

YOU are as enlightened as a nova.

"it's a crabapple world out there," you said to me one night. doves flew in and out of your heavy-lidded eyes with hemlock threaded in their feathers. you call yourself golden wheat because you are beautiful and rare, but easily reaped when harvest season comes. when they come with scythes and pitchforks.

"revenge," you said, "for my mischievous antics."

YOU are so arcane.

there are no secrets in between the hairs on your head, a dense forest with predatorial dangers underneath. my own hairs sought those secrets as hands crept up your neck and into the golden wheat field on your head. i ache for your tell-tales. my wounds fester with the hunger to be satisfied by your apprise.

YOU are mine and wild.

for no particular reason, the atmosphere stretches thin. two heartbeats irrythmic and syncopated with the lapping of a tiger's tongue in tainted jungle water.

my hands aflame with your gasoline blood hold tight to your maverick ways. unorthodox and unkempt you are. fallible and illogical. cathartic and despotic. as much as you are all this, i ask to love it all.

there's a seat waiting for you
at my dinner table.
there will be a feast.
my soul will be the main course
and my heart will be dessert.

i hope you come.
even though you'll be
the death of me.

claim my starry soul
until it fades away.
wear my heart in strings
until i snap and break.
fly away with wings i gave
fly into the cliffside
and into the cliffside cave.
break apart my geodes
i hold beauty inside,
fill me with your all
and i'll give you
my most contented
sigh.

my tears
watered
the roots
of my love
for you.
so please
don't let me
waste away.
harvest me
when i'm
ready.

It's just a waltz I'm doing,
just a waltz, you see.
The exhilaration deafening
as we dance gracefully.

It's just a dance I'm dancing,
just a few steps, you see.
We're moving so fast,
almost dangerously.

It's just a ballroom I'm in,
just an empty room, you see.
A cloud hangs over us,
quite precariously.

It's just his hand I hold,
just his hand, you see.
But it's like an iron anvil
and it's much too heavy.

It's just the music I hear,
just the music, you see.
I can't hear my heart pounding
and no, it's not for free.

It's just his eyes I see,
just his eyes, you know.
They're blue and dangerous
but they always seem to grow.

It's just this man, I think,
just this man I love.
It's just a waltz across
a mopped kitchen floor
with just an open door.

her guilty greys spoke millenia
of catastrophy and destruction. her shattered soul and tattered mind
granted shifty eyes and unsteady feet
to her lean physique.

nothing smiled quite like her in the courtroom. if ants could taste the sickly sweet scents dripping down her lips, they'd infest her entire body.

a tear on her marbled cheek ran away from her lazy eyelids like grass runs from the wind. the tear would not bow to her unending sorrow, but it was aware that it would not be missed if it disappeared.

her guilty greys were on fire in the courtroom. a wild forest fire. she was her very own arsonist. oh she basked in the burns it blessed her with. the jurors didn't know of the flames they were being consumed by (mercilessly, i might add). their bodies were too plain and too close-minded to see the in-between like a guilty grey's creation. she liked that. she liked that she was the only one who could see her own faulty destruction.

monochromatic themes, paranormal and sweet. hathi married it eons ago, when a fairy tale was merely gossip amongst the curious whispers of a neighbor.

in shackles, drenched in shame and jeers from her spectators, hathi stood proud at the prisoner's box like a mountain peak.

a smile danced a ballet across her bright pink lips, two crescent moons waxing upwards. her guilty grey eyes glittered gold dust as she opened her mouth. coughs spilled from her ashen lungs and a warm, bright red trickled down her neck.

but that would not take her voice away.

hathi would talk guilty grey until the day she died.

three years counting
you and i in love
two were gentle
oh those blissful days
but the third
oh, the third year
was harsh on our skin,
dripping saturated oil
of broken hearts
and tugged-along strings
it hurt to wipe it off,
but once you gave me a towel
i knew i had to go

how ironic is it
that a girl
who gets so easily seasick
and is terrified yet hypnotized
by deep waters,
is so perpetually
in love
with the ocean?

when a friend becomes a stranger
and bitterness always lingers
when the sweet becomes sour
and all the brave seem to do is cower
when a heart breaks and heals
and all the skin can do is steel
be prepared to scream
you can win no other way
if you don't have a battle cry,
fighting as if you're
prepared to die.

gentle spirit,
break my heart.
With kind words,
unspoken art.

it's the anchored sound of piano tiles
hit
struck
gently
by eagerly peaceful fingers

it's the pedal and it's sound
aching
breaking
groaning
under the pressure of beauty

when all has been stripped of
goodness
kindness
loving
it's the sound of tiles and pedals

that
remain.

child-like i wanted to stay
as childish beliefs blow away
and my empty shell cracks
as the world of darkness
invades the light in my eyes
child, i wish i knew everything
yet nothing at the same time
i want to heal the world
of its bruises and scrapes
but i’m scared i will bleed
the shield will protect the wielder
but who will protect the shield?

don't look down,
icarus.

trust me
and fall.

"Yes it was," said he.
The girl looked into his eyes
And wondered at his naivete.

Who was this "boy" that
she'd mistaken for a man?
Had she fallen for a rock,
or a pit full of sand?

"You think it was your smile,
That caught my heart that day?
You think it was your hand
That led me down astray?

You think that I by my wits
Couldn't outwit you
When you cracked my heart
When I didn't want to?

Nay, my love for you was not,
not for outward appearances.
I was deceived by it, however, and now
my heart is full of grievances.

You arrogant donkey, full of ****
and full of wicked thought.
You call me a kettle
when you yourself, sir, are a ***!

You have no intellect worth admiring,
yet you talk of it admiringly.
And because of my own shine,
you only see yourself in me.

Putrid scents in your mouth,
and all I hear are roses.
To have me depart from you
like sea water, I ask of the prophet Moses!

You drool like a child
when you stare inside the mirror.
If I ever bore you your firstborn,
you wouldn't even see her.

Nay, I loved you not for your face
for now I only see ugliness
wrapped in beautiful distaste."

And so with a wave of her hand,
she left with a soft-spoken goodbye
as he slowly sat down and decided to cry.

falling out of love
with this tongue
aches to no end.

bright and glorious
we shine

write yourselves into dust
and fly away with your ink
and paper cuts.

hourglass,
what are you doing here?
my mouth is chalky white
and wooden beams block my sight.
why do you try so hard
to rip me from the pages
of my notebook?
let me write in peace!
how else will this madness leave me?
it's no easy feat to run you away
but i am desperate for this.
if i let you haunt me,
i have lost all time.

the sand is spilling ocean
the sky is leaking sunlight
the earth is seeping life

and to those who have
sorrow escaping from
their heavy-lidded eyes,
do not hold it in.

the sand can't hold back the ocean
the sky can't contain the sun
and the earth can not prevent
a life from blooming with all its might.

you know,
i should probably give you up now.
it's just a game of rings and roses;
i fall deeper into your ocean eyes
and i don't know when i'll hit the pavement.
blue is my favorite color,
but only when it's on you.
love is my favorite feeling,
but only if it's you.
the seaside is my favorite place,
but only if i'm with you.

and maybe i should give you up.
because i'm dragging us both down.

hold me back,

       please, hold me back

           otherwise

                 my fingers

  my voice,

my eyes,

my words


will tell the world
of my love for you.

a toast!
to the brave cowards;
for they know true courage in a lion's den, lined with clouds.

a toast!
to the nonstop criers;
for they know true sorrow and the effort it takes to grieve.

a toast!
to the ones who fear the world;
for they know it isn't unfounded, but still try to walk with the waves.

a toast!
to the desolate landscaped;
for they know they'll grow flowers again in their bare deserts.

a toast!
to all of us,
because we've seen another day.

of course it's painful,
watching him dance
with another star,
but i'm content
watching from afar.

i promise i'm okay,
though i know i'm hurt.
i like smiling when i think of him
even if it makes my chest contract too.
i was the one pushing my raft out at sea
and hoping he'd be the one to reel me back to land.

i'd consider myself less foolish
this time around.

i promise i'm okay.
all i need is chocolate ice cream
and a sad movie
and the pain will ebb.

you are vague
in your words
in your actions

you keep quiet
when you talk
because you
don't want
me to know
that you know
what I know

being ashamed
of something beautiful
is poetically
disgraceful.

you are lovely
lovely for struggling
against a world who hates you
lovely for fighting
even when you're on your knees
lovely for walking a dark path
even though it costs your innocence
lovely for enduring
the cruel whips of your self-hatred
for you know no enemy
as wicked as yourself
but you are lovely
a glowing blue haze of victory
for you crawled all this way
through black ashen rain
through rampants of pursuers
through torrid heat and anger
to see the light and now
you can bask in the sun

you are lovely for enduring.

i'm as dull as butter.
there is no more poetry
i can squeeze out of me anymore.
where did it all go?

letting me tattle tale on a bad day
with your telephone wires
and frayed soul edges
glistening in the starlight.

this feeling
pertaining to you
is peculiar.

i know you must be gentle.
i feel it in the pit of my stomach.

i'll be in the background
and waiting for you to say hi.

there are those who love
***** black, ashen doves
who can't distinguish
between joy and anguish.

they say love is pain
who knew it was twisted and vain?
they shattered them to pieces
and their hearts developed creases.

break free from this prison
they told me when I'd risen
you're traveling down an endless road
but at least it's the one I chose.

if I can't decide who I am
then give me the slightest chance
to find myself in loving others
but you aren't my sisters
and you aren't my brothers.