someone stole something around the colour of your eyes
burglarized, the tears that you readily gave away

we are made of such flimsy corporeality
and some days gravity is too much to carry

i want so much for birds to teach me how to dream
and the wind to tell me how to break free

martjn ysidro Jun 29

i want your song stuck in my head
wrapped in my mind
     a tangle of vines & flowers with new colors in your painted art
    i question to think that just by waking up means a good morning
your voice in my ear like sleep wanting dream
            sleep where i see you, then
    i would realise i do not love anymore, the sun rising.

martjn ysidro Jun 28

everyday my sad window is a time lapse
hastened brushstrokes painting over some masterpiece
frames of memories stored in forgotten attics
important dreams so difficult to recount
slipping away every moment after
when eyes first open

martjn ysidro Jun 27

a fire started in her rose garden
there were no hearts to find them red
no love left in the floral scent hidden in smoke.

there's a birthday party on the other side of the fence
the sound of water and the wind pushing leaves.

martjn ysidro Jun 27

staring at your famous solitude
wearing a cloak covered with dead stars

i’ll trade with you the curls of your hair
for the busted smile on my face

martjn ysidro Jun 27

is the only place left where we can trace our fingers
in the sand against the vast grey tides
by the shore of the black rocks
where broken shells find sanctuary resting beneath sad
rotten trunks of dead wood beached by the side of me next to you

martjn ysidro Jun 27

when i was little i made parachutes out of letters i'd written.
none would ever fall so far away.
but the words on the ground were enough to tell stories of my growing up.

martjn ysidro Jun 27

i heard silence crash land on the field of my sorrow
saw the blood of my dreams drip on the soil of memory

there were no crows cackling, there was no obsidian
i cried so much, i cried about yesterday in my heart.

ryan Jun 26

The two of us play the same
note with the sounds of our lives.

Our timbre, however,
makes them unlike:

the wisp of a butterfly;

a supernova.

I guess I should start by saying that I don't really believe in other universes or alternate dimensions.
But sometimes I like the idea of manipulating where I am now into something... better?

Only to find that I'm not in that kind of better place.

So... until I reach that realization again, here I go.

In another universe, we met at the auditions for my first musical. I wasn't scared to audition because I finally wanted to put myself out there as a singer.

We both get chorus parts... figures.

In another dimension, I was told to pursue my music career like it was the most important decision I was ever going to make.
I stick with it.

In another timeline, I spent every lunch hour making friends laugh at my dumb jokes.

In another universe, I never lost those friends.

In another timeline, those texts never made it to their phone. Maybe they didn't even get on the ship.

In another dimension, I never stopped hugging you.

In another world, I stuck with friends I had.

In another universe, there was never that fight. We never had a falling out, and there was never a time where we stopped being friends.

In another universe, I never got on that plane to Paris.

In another timeline, I finally recovered from losing all my friends. I finally got better.

In another dimension, I stopped writing about how much the past 5 months broke me.

In another universe I never hesitated to text anyone for fear of interrupting their life.

In another world, I never recover.

In another dimension, I never get over it. I let it consume me and I commit suicide. I never said anything to let anyone know when the end would come.

In another world, I spoke up and said I miss you.

In another dimension, we never met.

I guess that would be a sad place to be.

In another universe...

It never rained on the pride parade downtown. It stayed sunny, and people kept walking in full glow of their personality.

In another world, I did something or said something worthwhile.

In another dimension
In another universe
In another world
In another life...

I was gonna be okay.
And I knew somehow...
That we'd be there.

But none of these alternate realities exist.
I guess I just like the idea of another outcome.

Anything... anything but where I am now.
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