Escaping the unknown
becomes easier
when you listen
to the echos of dark.


My god says, the peeled
oranges will feed the
starved moon, when you
invite the rains.

Invisible hills will send
the bronze poems to you,
once the black night starts
drinking the green water.

The nightmare looms large―
climbs up my chest to
lick the isles, throwing me in
parenthesis, failing the commas.

Sat there, thinking about anything.
Feel the sudden surge of saddness,
and try to cry, but realize your body is too weak?

I feel as if I'm sinking,
but also as if I'm the one
who tied the weight around my ankles

i've
  never
    been
      more
        confused.

my heart is a ticking time bomb
and the after shock will be worse than the initial blow,
i promise you.

like a handgun just fired,
or fresh blood dripping in clean snow,
it's noticeable, my love for self-destruction.

the scent of sadness lingers around my being
and soap won't strip the depression
out of my hair so i guess im stuck here.

It's been a long time I haven't been afraid of touch
But you hold me as I tremble and I feel perfectly at home.
And as you hold my hand in the car I feel my heart open a little more than it did yesterday or the day before when I was still unsure of how to go about feeling again.  
I was numb for a long time.
And I still don't know you as well as I'd like to but I still lay awake thinking of how your lips curl into a smile and how I want to kiss that smile.
And I imagine if you were a feeling, you'd feel a lot like waking up on an autumn morning feeling the breeze under your covers, and being content enough to stay there.
So I'll leave my windows open tonight so I can feel you when I wake up.