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Someone May 2019
mine
is built from
hills
and valleys
hills and creases

a body
a vessel
a shape
a form

mountains and valleys
beige yellow green and red
body is an arrangement
of forking paths

his
constructed by the devil
he is beautiful
in his sharp knife body
created from dust
before it could settle
Someone May 2019
Distance
does not
make the
heart
grow fonder.
Instead
the love becomes
weary the mind
makes
mistakes
out of fear.

Distance makes
the heart
estranged
and the world
is enveloped
in a thick
black
fog.
While you
are nowhere
to be found
you said
you’d try but
you haven’t,
and neither
have I.

Forgetfulness
and ignorance
the heart is loud
its beat
pulsing forever
becomes quiet.
You cannot
hear my heart
from wherever
you are
so far away
I can’t hear
yours either

I cupped my hands
behind my ears
trying
but distance
makes the heart
grow weary
tired
gone
Someone May 2019
driving
forever
away from it all
turning the pages forever
flipped through an entire bookstore
and another
just
because
i could because the pages moving
feel like feathers grazing my hand
and they feel softer on the underside of
the arm

where we are vulnerable
smooth
the road is smoother
easier
to glide past you
without getting stuck
in your
unforgiving gaze
you remain unaware of your own
magnetism
cruel joke

two ships passing in the depths of hellfire
molten lava sea gives warmth
where you never gave me warmth
heat that never came directly from your
hands
because you aren’t
generous
you don’t have anything to give
to me
even though i never ******* asked
in the first place

i love you anyway
but i always run
i drive
and i can’t
stop
Inspired by Babe I'm Gonna Leave You by Led Zeppelin.
Someone May 2019
is it safe
to hold my hand out?
to reach with each muscle of my
fingers
is it safe to touch
am i going down?

black hole of trauma
extending towards me
and you
never ending never letting up
no grip not firm
not me

i have nothing
if i don't have you
if i can’t reach you
because you step back
every time i walk towards

every time that i walk
i’m alone, lost in idolatry
me and the waves
forever flushing out the toxins
only they are mixed and tossed about and
spread throughout my blood stream
my river
For Fiume
Red
Someone May 2019
Red
To wander slowly through a blood colored jungle
humid world of shadow
a dull color
is the sky
indicted by the moon
a red and celestial thing
some people say that red
be the color of anger
hatred
fear.
but my people say
red is the color of your
heart
red is the color of your
heart
the life pumping through your intricate
systems
of veins and
arteries

Love be the color
red
or it is turned into violet
from your blueness.
the lovesick color, lavender

all those colors
are beautiful
intertwined and blended together
folded into creases and
tucked beneath each other
Poem about Vermillion
Someone May 2019
over and over
again
all of us together
in a cauldron
steaming chemicals
pain
burning sensation

this is what it is to feel
love
pain
burning sensation
hate
slow strumming guitar
over and over

minor key
crooked sounds in the ears
bass drum
beats
unevenly
there’s no rhythm to this
feeling

you’re gone because
i’m staring into space
and i can’t stop

— The End —