i wish to be a bubble
light and shiny
floating and soaring through the sky.


i wish to rest upon the clouds
oh for i could finally rest myself
lay there
and be transparent
let light shine through me
absorb me
engulf every cranny of my being
air pick me up
and drop my body
let it drop from thousands of feet
and shatter upon impact.


i want to be weightless
let go of myself and let myself be taken
by everyone everything every breath
swayed and pushed
flying to nowhere
somewhere
anywhere.


but to be a bubble
is as feasible as any other dream
for when i wake up
the clouds will fall
rain on me
and the bubble pops.


the brick didn’t shatter
so i tape the pieces that strayed away
and i’m back to walking
down the same road
to anywhere,

somewhere,



nowhere.

the north star
leads as the king of the night,
a vision of light and hope for all,
shining brightest, fated for greatness,
guiding lost souls through harrowed nights.

however isolation follows, shrouding him in sin.
he carries the darkness and burden of the night,
even in a constellation, will alway be on edge,
as his crown lies in thorns.

despite his glory, he is alone.

i miss the necklaces you gifted me,
the amethysts you made with your lips
that adorned my neck
and turned our shared whispers in bed
into a bold claim, "MINE."

i beg and pray you
put a label to my crazy
for if my nature has no reason
explain what's wrong with me

My honey isn’t a sticky cure-for-colds;
She isn't viscous, warm, glistening amber;
My multicolor baby burns---
A thin spicy liquid who coats my throat
And spreads fuel through my body
Until her hellish heat bonds with my blood.
A preview into my afterlife,
For if I can accept this addictive pain,
I will die with ease.