Molten phoenix,
Paragliding paralysis,
Ruminating catchphrases.
Anvil *******
Discordant dream concert
Spacebound ocean blue.

Lacking imperfection his un illuminating
yarn woven secrets speak spilling
silt that doesn’t even exist.

Inseperable the meta voltaic charged touch
of her skin against his blemished soul leaving behind
marks of polyphony with staccatos hanging by a pine,
gathering gusts of wind and rocking his unsteady soul
on the swing set into a leap into the depths
of the blue oceanic sky and diving deep
into her love
that binds him together
forever more.

Ever again her calming wind
shakes up the roots of the evergreen trees
in the movable earth of his body.

Carrying your name forward
on a silver stein raft
with the wreckage of me
I long to crave,
mouth agape, eyes watering proof
I long to crave,
my deciduous vulnerability flashed wide upon when you’re there
I long to crave,
your sweet nectar lips dipped in honey;
have a taste of your
white chocolate
lava cake
I long to crave,
to stare into the openness of your porcelaina doll face
I long to crave,
look through the window to your soul through
your nebulaic eyes.
I long to crave,
Suggestively suggestive advice from you to me to you
I long to crave,
My lover dreamer’s dream
I long to crave,
My tinder streak
keeping me warm
I long to crave,
the shoulder to lean on
in my darkest hours
I long to crave,
The person I want to be beside
When I’m at my most beautiful.
I long to crave,
Oh, how I long to crave ?
My undying longing to crave.

You.

I have been bitten by
the ruthless rabid dog
of unrequited love.
It bore it’s teeth into my flesh.
It left my heart bleeding,
with a scar to remember by.

You make me, me
As much as I can possibly be
Please don’t take that away from me.

Waiting
on the front porch
going through
the newspaper,
sipping on green tea.

My heart
is looking out
into the distance
in search of
the shadow of you.

I’ll cry a sea of madness
and break down into
raging thunders for
you,
my darling.

But only if the
masts of your ship sails
in the direction of
the gale wind
that leads into
the uproar of
my love.

I’ll cry a sea of madness
and break down into
raging thunders for
you,
my darling.

But only if the
masts of your ship sails
in the direction of
the voyeuristic wind
that leads into
the uproar of the waves
that will tear you apart
with my volatile love.

Callow birds
shimmering highlights
of lilacs
on it’s busted mantle.
The lamppost tungsten
is a wax doll candle.
Paraffin paragraphs
jotted down on
clouds in paradise.
Throwing a tea party
at the neighbours lewd front lawn.
Resting place of
my weary head.
Wearing
our mountain tops//your shoulder,
my heart’s
hearth and
watershed.

May your veins rivulet with stars,
and the blood from your bones
tickle the moon.

She caught my dreams
with a net like
a broken winged firefly.

She stored it in
the mason jar
of her heart.

Crush my soul,
Pour it out into
the gaping
black hole.

1) ***** the black shards perched inside your chest
and spill the volatility arrows charring your lungs.
2) Let a garden of tulip vocabulary grow where it’s slain
and water it with the residue of your wasted tears.
4) Gift a bouquet of poetry from your garden to
your lover.

The eclipse lit corridors
of our grandoir stage.
Basking in your shadow
Calms the tempest
that brews within
the caffeine infused blood of mine.
Each word that spills from
the tip of your tongue
is like the first kiss
the Earth has with the Rain.
All of this reechoing sound
is meant to be dismantled
like a severed limb
from a Ken doll
and grains into lead bullets
that slightly brushes past
the curvatures of my exit wounds.
Because,
you do not love me.

Your belongings (be)long to/for the materialist of Earth.
Your memories belong in the cradle of the hands of time.
Your talents belong in the rucksack of circumstance.
Your friends and family are shadows on the pavement
of the path you travelled.
Your lover belongs in the warmth of your heart.
Your bones belong with the typhoon of dust.
Your soul belongs in God's horcrux.
Your moments.
That's all that's ever yours.
Moments.

Relationships.
Tear it off/apart by
the dotted lines provided.

Our house is burning down.
The flames are lashing and tearing
every(our)thing in it's wake.
From the bottom to the top,
Our daughter's doll house,
our miniature planetarium in our bedroom,
my compilations of writings about you/I/us.

Don't rush for the door, dear.
There's still a chance we can subsidise these
gallowing flames that's trying furiously
to charr our ship in the message in the bottle
and our memories into ephemeral ash.

Stay.
For all the reasons to save what we have,
what we've longed for so long,
what we've built from the pit of our hearts.
So,
Stay.

We'll find our way through the maze
and through every well wishers curses.
We'll fix everything that needs to be tended to
and we'll grow to love each other once again.
**I'm staying.

(In)Coherent pulses,
Dreamscapes and landscapes,
Cross fading winds knocking at their  front door
His delirious (un)attempts to slacken back
his mangled froward hair;
she necessituously brushed aside her hair
which made unparalleled intersections
at her forehead which seemed to him like comet tails
intermittently intertweaving within their nebulae
multifaruously forming exquisite cosmic dust
which when he had a whiff,
****** his pitless melon collie into the void.

His fingers brood at the birthmark on her arm.
You're the bridge across
his brokeness and finding himself.
Same blood, same love running
through his veins and every artery.
Breathe life into the pen names of our children.
Widening the gap between
the venerations of his & his faith.

Pulses aching coherently across the stringent,
point decimal of an infinity.

She painted the void
within the chambers of my heart
with broken crayons.
She painted them
with the shades of effervescence.
She is white chocolate
in the abstraction of snow melting in my mouth.
Her eyes can swallow black holes
and I drowned in their infinitude.
She saved me, She was my lifeboat.
When i wear her smiley badge,
her words resonate inside my skull.
Every waking second of every minute
of every hour of the days seemed
like an everlasting lifetime with her:
Infinity.

She tasted like the sweetest cotton candy
dipped in the elixir of the most exquisite bitter fruit.
She was the unrelenting/interminable flame
zealously smoldering in the night sky.
She rekindled my dying ember
of lingering hope, in the existence of people like her.
Serendipity.

Eventhough you know
every polaroid
picturesque infinity,
and every broken strand of
every melancholic
outpouring memory,
buried deep beaneath
the debris of the moon
and sprinkled with star dust
within my soul.
You can’t seem to understand
the basicity of my humanity.
And how much
you
quietly mean to me.

And in this field of hazy blue
The con substantiality of you
Fills houses of the room
In bloom.
I am not yelling
colour me m/yellow!

You are not my sunshine.
You are my whole sun
In all it’s ****** glory.

Ticking infinitely closer towards
the proximity of
your quarterway ultimatum affinity.
Galloping on sidewalks
blending into shades of
the charcoal stallion
dancing at your feet.

Blankets the fog in sheaths.
Shed the warmth,
Rustling trees.
Cohabiting within mosquito nets.
Tripped on capsules of the Rainbows,
Captured from the wilderness in the back yard of heaven.
Downward spiral slide into Wonderland.
Record players.
The abyss of the ocean at the bottom of the sink.
You’re the tightrope as I walk across the valley of death.
Hold me.

Cooking up a blizzard.
Lost and unguided tendrils of space hold me captive,
the trebles of your heart beating
leads me back to my my Home.
That infinite gaze of yours into my dilapidated eyes,
is like a portal to you to look into my soul.
You blanket all my darkness
With your semi-pixie cut.
You’re my tree of knowledge
I bask in it’s shade.
Powdered Sugar coating on cupcakes.
Your silk armour protects your vulnerability,
My sincere apologies to all the arrows that gaped through.
Cover me under your angel wings,
Dab away my streaming reservoirs and replace them
with pollen and sweet nectar.
Your wishbone sacramental daydreams and dreams.
I feel so lost without you.
Bandage my old wounds with your tender hands,
Kiss me with your lush lips
sending jolts of star dust upstream,
within my veins dancing with yours palpitating feet.
My shot of euphoria and bleeding antidote.
My poetry.
You, Kalon.
Let’s raise a toast to your
beauté remarquable éternel, mon soleil
your free spirit,
your beauty of a ghost,
your heart racing with joy,
your heart steaming up with reticent sadness,
build up anger that come crashing down
like a typhoon detaching from the human perspecta.
I miss you.
Your emotional mess and literal mess,
I’m your magic broom.
You, my inspiration.
You, my groove.
You, my you.
You. My everyone and everything.
You’re fun filled supressed omnipresent electric feel.
You, The only Solis in my galaxy.
I love you.
Sharing your grandoise orangy tinge yellow light.
Bottling up a few star
in a bottle of red wine,
For her Luna.
Solis is 21 a (000,000,000) today.
**You’re irreplacable.

Goodbye, lover.
Hello again, friend.

Fruit flies hover over the corpse of our eclipse
which brush the rusted halo
forming the inner circle of my cigarette.
I encompass you within the palm of my hand
like a squealing baby marsupial.

Us/you/I* swaying on the spiralling
star-smudged staircase
that leads to the evanescent
crescendo of the sun.
Synchronously//Contemporaneously,
the moon subsisting in her shadow,
spills ashen white light ray
andlimn her initials,
across *the somber sky.

Slit my wrists with a white quill
Let emotionality bleed out,
through the crack in the broken windowsill
where the light
shines through
on the darkest
sans Moon night.

The magnolia smile of yours beaming with startling radiance,
The inconspicuous/electric stimulant touch
of your fingers swerving across the slight of my shoulder,
Polychromatic fireworks at twilight,
imploding like reticent galaxies,
at the sight of you
within my hapless/star crossed self,
Pebbles & beads on marked destinations
on the atlas of our hands,
Your lush lips on me,
cause aching thunders to rage
within this bottled up hail storm within the silhouette of me,
I//Conjure flowers in the back of your esthetical/messy hair,
Constancy and infinity.
Mine.

*To let go.

They thrived on misunderstandings.
It was the elixir to
his & her volatile lives.
It was their betrothal to transcendence.

With you,
I feel like my brokeness wears a disguised mask,
it doesn’t protrude out like splinters and spears
right through my rib cage where
thorn ladden tendrils grow, with everyone else.

With you,
I feel less broken.
Maybe even whole again.
Like I used to be.

I’m a psuedonym to towering inferno,
Meshes and cardboard henchmen surround me,
the only person I would let in through the gaping hole in my chest is you.
I’ll keep you warm.
I’m sorry for all the times
my flames go wayward and
tremble/burn your soul.

I’ll keep you warm.
Within the depths of my heart.

She & he & she spoke mellifluously.
Over prolonged seconds of wasted moments,
he planted a daisy in his youthful garden
as each day progressed which marked
a patient reminder of his love for her.
On one dollorous scarified day,
she screamed whispers and banter
and everything gory at the pinnacle of her lungs,
which admonished and ripped every daisy
by the root from his secret garden of adoration.
Of her.
All that was left was nothingness.

She & he & she spoke mellifluously.
She proclaimed her love for him over strained vocal chords.
And the one neglected daisy that was left in the wreckage and toil remained alive.
That's what his love was.
A singular heartbeat that still beat for her,
A ventricle of his heart where
he kept the locket which tell the stories
of their memories together & her.
Alive.

Our dead hearts inhale the meekness of the weather.
Our dead hearts whimper at the sound of sirens wailing.
Our dead hearts ardently listen to
the gushing of blood through yours/my/our veins.
Our dead hearts rhythmically resonate at
the exuberance of our peripheral hyperventilating lungs.
Our dead hearts,
Our eyes smoulder,
The Sun. The Moon.
As we gaze into each other’s souls.
Our dead hearts are alive for each other.

Everglowing light sifting/bursting through the seams.
I see silhouettes of you/me.
Imprinted on the sycamore tree/big screen.

Inversive spinal / F major chord,
Tumbling twisted caterwauling toads
Left turn right in the gut of the feels
Sawfish feeding on blood stained carcasses of piranhas
Strawberries from the garden of eden,
Birds cleansing their sins in the scorching fountain;
“Hell yes!”
In this ephemeral, fleeting light speed of a moment,
I need you, my Solis.
to shine your bright light
in the unilluminated, gelatin closet
where my frail body cringes .

I said “Shhh….”.

To silence the multitude with familiar faces,
to keep you unscathed/unblemished
from the hollow words
of people who haven’t seen
a glimpse of your everglowing soul.

For you to be you to me.

Pristine.
my eyes.

She’s thunder; I’m lightning.
And our time signatures are
distinctively offbeat.

Glistening sea ****, eye contact - infinite intensity
Filling the gap in between our fingers, stuck in millenial concordants
Taking photos on your polaroid of ravens and maple leaves
and black and white silhouttes of you.
Not, Clicheing//Different Socks on each foot
Watering Daisies on the pavement where we brushed past each other
Criss crossing parallel rail lines paved across the universe
Lost Stars.
Biting our lips to the blistering cold weather,
gloved* hands stitched together.
Me loving you,
You loving me,
in *naturale.
as of now, as of forever.
I'm the ragged, plain white canvas and
you're the most supercalifragilisticexpialidocious painting.

Part – I
It plucked every string of my heart.
She/It obliterated me.
She sang.
She sang for me.
In tongues. Which only She & I know.
She sang for me.

Part – II
As per inconsequential request,
We’re migrating to the moon.
Infinitely flying within our small infinite.

(making eye contact with)the sun kissed trees rustling
in the swaying wind
where rabbit holes spiral into oblivion
and high noon tea parties constantly commence
polka dot mushrooms grow in abundance
is not of much relevance
carries the echoes from your restrained heart
through the side walls of caverns of bat caves
and around the eclipse of the moon
turning into darken dust
inhaling the effervescence of you into my being,
which makes me you.
and you and i are us.

I think I'm you,
You think you're me,
We're the maple leaves drifting
among the ripples of the stream/
the persons we're meant to be.

I'm a wilting sunflower,
I'm an overflowing stream,
I'm a reflection of the person
you want me to be.

She painted the void within the chambers of my heart with broken crayons. 
She painted them with the shades of effervescence.
She is white chocolate in the abstraction of snow melting in my mouth.
Her eyes can swallow black holes and I drowned in their infinitude. She saved me, She was my lifeboat.
When i wear her smiley badge, her words resonate inside my skull.
Every waking second of every minute of every hour of the days seemed like an everlasting lifetime with her: Infinity.

She tasted like the sweetest cotton candy dipped in the elixir of the most exquisite bitter fruit.
She was the unrelenting/interminable flame zealously smouldering in the night sky.
She rekindled my dying ember of lingering hope, in the existence of people like her.
Serendipity.

To,
you.

On this starlit night I’m supposed to feel utterly blissful
but she drains away all of that and replaces it with pain that can be felt coursing through my body that it reduces me to nothing.

Part I - Detest
Another promise to never leave.
Yet it’s broken again. Just like I predicted. And she said this time it’s going to be different. That’s what they all say.
Even though she’s still here, she’s not here.
She left.
Part II - Intense Emotion/Gratefulness
I miss her and I regret losing her. Cause she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known on the inside and out and I consider myself lucky to have had her in my life.
I’ve loved her, I love her and I’ll always love her. No matter who you’re with, where you go, what you do. You’ll always be special to me and have the most profound place in my heart. Always.
I miss you.
You.