butterflies* caged by ribs,
a life begging to be lived
red heart beats in time
with the thoughts of my mind

but thoughts can fit through cracks
like the butterflies that are trapped
from mind to lips that part
but not passing through my heart

lips set the butterflies free
along with the feelings inside of me
yet I still feel lost
when I collide with my thoughts

my head is desensitized
perhaps my thoughts are the butterflies
their wings coated with beauty
but they can still come out rudely

although my thoughts are broke
when the words reach my throat
i long to fly too
like the butterflies that broke through

i won't hold my tongue anymore
butterflies free to explore
these thoughts begging to exist
a life begging to be lived

blue and black hands that are reaching for untouched skin
heavy lungs black with smoke breathe the air that's thin
you're seeking shelter in a home where you've never been

With bright eyes I gaze into the midnight sky,
consumed by cosmic thoughts and solidarity with lost cosmonauts.

Wandering yet not lost, vicariously relating
to explorers, and the skies they crossed

While the stars above and the ocean fall in love, I feel the sea breeze through my hair and listen to the hymn of the ocean prayer

The sun rises over the ocean and its yellow glaze hypnotizes. I find myself in a forest of towering trees singing the song of the bees.

As if through thin-air, sunbeams illuminate through the foliage that the trees wear. The warming sensation that frees sets me at ease.

night blur together
leather seats makeup stained
traces of you linger on my skin
black and indigo dazed
people wondering where i've been
smoking with a new chain
freedom forever

;
green
eyes gazed
outstretched tan arms
invited me into a warm embrace
you were like a walk through the woods
and i thought i knew all the paths
then i took a wrong turn
right into poison
ivy

feet travel only as far as the mind will lead them
each step full of spirit and strife
golden rays of sun illuminate me as i walk
the natural world is only seen by those who want to see it
the trees spoke words of encouragement
roots reminded me that i am a creature bound to mother earth
leaves showed me how we must make sacrifices for others to live
branches offer support and strength
eastern travels lead to immeasurable mountains
nordic nights of cold blue and purple
western landscapes painted with watercolors
sanguine sunsets in the south
my voyage is infinite
earthly attachments do not bound me anymore

blemished, bruised, and broken hearted
time wasted dwelling on every flaw of my reflection
fixated on imperfections that are so meager only i would notice
hoping that pure hatred of it will change my appearance
when will i learn to love this skin i'm in

The daughter of a sea nymph,
with shipwrecks in her eyes,
sea monsters flood the depths of her heart.
The abundance of black and dark blue in the sky parted for only one second.
Only enough to see for the last time before she submerged into the depths of the barren water,
and with hurricanes in her eyes.
She witnessed the day everything ceased to exist.
In that moment everything was calm.
Pure serenity washes over the land as the storm clouds receded,
and for the first time the isle was covered in a symphony of silence.

Someday I want to be the only boy living in New York.
the skyscrapers will be my protectors, and the taxis, my companions.
I was given so much potential to be something I am not.
I am lost at sea floating adrift on a raft, and when I let go it will all be over.
My mind is spinning with a circus of emotions.
One day I will be wiser than the tallest tree.
As of now i am a figment in a world of horror, a spec in a scene of destruction.
I feel as if I am a bystander in my own body, I watch as good and bad things happen to me.
I feel nothing.
My life is extraordinarily prolonged, and there is nothing I can do about it.
There is a war in my mind.
I watch as people are brainwashed by the glow of their luminescent phone screens.
The world we know is falling apart, and I feel as if I am the only one to notice this.
No one truly cares about anything or anyone.

Longing to travel towards the festering sun.
I was a brown eyed girl living in a mediocre world.
With sweet seeds in my hands I walked towards the end of the earth.
I dangled my feet over the edge and threw them into the wind,
until pomegranate gardens grew for him.

and she loved him, in the way that Icarus loved the sun; entirely too much

utterly turned around
into the path of oncoming oblivion
the lights now burning her soul
no one cares about the wait
screams of terror rain
breathing out words that come from her mouth
breathing in things that will never begin
feeling lungs collapse
of the things that are trapped
inside of her

In the garden of heather a vast abundance of foliage covers forsaken grounds.
Changing from white to pink, shades of purple, and red,
to distinguish winter from spring.

Light seeps through the trees absorbing the ground below it.
Moss gathers and transudes through the cracks
of the dated archaic stone.

In the garden of heathers the silence is unheard.
The flowers are wilted and the candles have burned,
because a pretty face doesn't matter when your deceased.

the ecstasy
the overwhelming desire to feel
consumed her
deranged
her anterior was buried under her skin
Charlotte
her destruction was the scene of the night
entangled
within herself
reality and fake became one
the ecstasy