the sun came up a little late this morning—
she slipped and slid across the sky
in slippers the clouds had made her
when she was just a kid

when she stood up straight
and stretched her gold ray arms
to hug the creatures below,
I could have felt her embrace
from light years away

she is the youth of the sky
eight minutes behind
shining in her prime
a million questions burning
in her mind
yet she moves on
each dawn and dusk,
she brings the morning
in her smile.

The morning fog dissipates
As it rolls from my mouth
The skulls never say yes
They try to sabotage my path
Crashing trees inside of my head
Echoes bouncing off the walls
Voices drive me to trudge through the darkness
Particles of light reflecting in the fog
My only source of sight
The voice of El Valiente guides me
Would trusting be a good decision?
El Valiente leads my soul
Dancing to an unholy melody
The deceptive truth sparks a revelation
My heart’s on fire like a sparkler
Fueled by a truthful lie
When will I wake from this beautiful nightmare?
Do I even desire consciousness?
Do I love this, or do I fear?
Unable to articulate dread,
One sees no cause,
Assumes no end.
To avoid all manners of judgment,
This is my belief.

Limitless affection,
My affection is limitless.
Like a clock without a long arm
my love is minuteless
but a message
with no recipient is meaningless,
Still I Love....

My eyes fight to shield me from the dark
With my last waking nerve I think of wrong and right
How much I want to be a good person
Why the devil is so fond of using me as a pawn when clearly I am a queen
Or at least I'm trying to be
I can go anywhere I want but not like a knight
For I am not chivalrous enough
The tides of disease will rush in to take you
But I will not move a muscle for I am grounded from moving in the way of an L...
As in Love

Because in the end I'm still standing
in the corner
like I like
or don't like
I have yet to decide but
I'm laughing with myself;

vanity never got me anything.

So I'll wear exactly what I like or
what you want me to like or
whatever I found on the floor
and I'll collect more and more
until I finally realize what I chore it is

Pretending who you're going to be each day.

Dress me in grey
Stick me in a simple box
Set me on fire and
throw me to the rocks in the sky
that always reflected the dreamy mist of another life
into my vacant eyes.

C.e.M. 12.12.14

I'm so afraid
Of what I just don't know

I have trouble sleeping at night
I always sleep
With some kind of light

I'm afraid of aliens
Looking through my window
While I'm sleeping
I'm afraid of an alien
When I'm dreaming

I think they're on the moon
Living underneath it

But if every nation drops their bombs on the moon
They might start leaving
But if we keep on waiting
The earth might stop breathing

The art of war is to surprise your enemies
Even if they're aliens
We might beat them right now

If you think that I'm lying
It's like a bee's nest

If we only shake it
They'll all sting us

But if we burn it in a mountain of hell and flames
Then they might start leaving
And the earth will find it's peace now

So everybody

If you're afraid of the aliens
Then aim your guns now
Every nation in the world
Let's unite as one cloud

Let's get angry
And destroy the moon now

Before they destroy

Us

Courage is
A little fear
A little hope

And a lot of

Love

I see nothing but a man, screaming to be realised and untied, forcefully breaking through for air. I see nothing but a women, slowly fading away, Into the shadows, in which will always follow me, haunt me to remind me of what I once was,

I have torn away at my outer shell, to make my identity, somewhat translucent,
I am a stranger to my skin, the stranger that has been suffocating me for 16 ******* years,

Have I been born yet? Or am I still a book ready to be written, full of ideas and journeys, full of life, yet neglected like an ancient undiscovered history book,

Like those captured animals I've been locked away my whole life,
I've been tortured by my own mind,
Poisoned by the minds around me, a daughter, a bride, a mother, they're all just society's illusions,

I'm still a walking Skeleton with just bone and no identification,
I'm an escape artist, i'll cut my way out of this skin until I bleed myself dry,
So just bury me after I'm dead, so I can leave that life behind, leave my dresses and skirts at the grave,

When water spills, the only path it takes is the one that flows easiest,
But the path I have chosen is cemented, I have reached an impasse, with no direction, I need a river to keep me from disposition
I need to be free, I want to exist.