Would you come with me if I needed you to?
Life or death, would you be there for me?
I would, for you.
I would do anything for you.

You love him. People don't think you do.
I do.
I've always known.
Would you do anything for him, as I would you?
I don't doubt you would.
You almost died once. It wouldn't hurt a second time...
Right?

Time spent compounding knowledge from a foreign origin
“Be hold”, he chants
A figure of which she can’t see

Like a cold breeze on his forearms she looks anaesthetically into space
With drums beating in her chest,
She leaves his side desolate

Following the commands from a different plane
His reality unfolds layers stepping out of the truth
Dillusion saturates all that makes sense

His thoughts are overflowing with treasured momens left behind
He finds peace at the feet of his giant
All sense is lost

if i take that breathless step towards oblivion would hope follow me or would this emptiness swallow me whole?

you dressed like the rain
it made me cry
solid tears
like timber ash
like hurricanes
shores of lake michigan
memories in photographs
still lifes
self portraits of doubt
i hate how beautiful you can turn
an ugly thing
make pain into art
turn me into a painting
i feel colorless
you make me bold
oil pastels on a blank canvass
oh how we all long for the talent
to turn shame into a sunrise

pixel woman
draped in scarlet
strum for the heavens
hang my troubles
from every silver note

hypnotise,
my sins lay bare
each stroke
painted fingers
through peroxide hair

false alarms
ring rusted red
she sings my skin
pearlescent

when doubts conceal
the chosen path
her sapphire
ripples settle

melt my adolescence
I am new-born
swaddled
in bitter
sweet ballad

her song,
my future
peeled and played
by warm-chord haze
of long-gone days

All this time I was looking for art

I didn’t think it could be
these words
Twisting and writhing in their effort to
escape and
Making shapes
Those strange distortions

The words that slip
So easily from my thoughts
Into my ears
But trip
When they reach my tongue

These silent prayers
These words unsung

They barely cross my mind

the vibrant plants
and talkative animals
cleared a path for her.
she followed that path
for a while, then paused.
she sat at the bank of the river
watching the leaves go by.
she placed her fears,
doubts, and troubles
onto these leaves,
whispered "goodbye,"
and let them float away.