#jasper
crime, staring competitions, tears.
these small things that lead us further
into the fog, closer to the moths,
attached at the hip, nothing new.
nothing blue, always red.
your guitar rips through the
navy skyline, alerting the stars of war,
violet mornings creeping over the
trees as sleep envelops your eyes.
i've dreamed of something like
this, but i got more than i asked for.
i'd never go back.
i'd never go back to that place where you
don't exist, the dark, the damp, the treacherous.
becoming a threat, was the purple leaves and blinding snow.
but the next morning was lined with amnesia, we both forgave;
but we'll never forget.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
She talks
and asks
why
I cannot speak
She drags me everywhere
and has a grand time
while I am forced
to live in a mechanical body
she crafted to me
Radio waves
are my only means
and one sentence repeats
in my limited vocal ability
I pray for Elysium
and the soft grace and rest
still she drags me
I'm nothing but a doll
spirits take me
from this prison
why must I be forced
to live a life already full
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
In The Light, I am engulfed.
Eyes wide open yet I see nothing but white.
Feel nothing but an impenetrable heat.
As if my eyes were closed and the sun
were blazing right before me in all His glory.
I am lifted into an infinite beam
by a powerful gust.
Soaring higher and higher.
My body slowly begins to dematerialize
into grains of sand.
The wind, She spreads me all about.
Each grain a gem waiting to be discovered.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC