Not you, but meNot you, but meI've crossed every stone,A trail through the bay to your heart.Tossed among sunken ships,Just a wreck in your deepest harbor.You're the coral I cut my knee onAnd the salt in its wound.I swam over you at low tide,Should have known not to.Torn at the seam,No comfort in the folds.Just an old towel hanging outOn the porch to dry.I'm a stagnant bay,sand trapped under my tongue.No words to undo.You drew a line as youwalked away from me.Further and further,A distant island hidden by the clouds.
homeMy heart is tetheredbetween wrought ironand quick tempersIn the house, a man was waiting:silver skin, sharp chineating the remains with his corbeau mouthMy cloaked heart slips through the gate,and past March, April, Junemy palms are stained with the smell of rust,dust and rotting wood under my tongue,unopened mail behind each ribWhat's heavy will hurt.I took a small boat awayHalf way thereI lost my oars(abandoned)Flung and tossed like a childinto the channel"Are you afraid of what's below?"you're just froth below the horizon.you're just a speck in timeThe dark whale should swallow me whole,but instead I lay my head in the day's end,like resting on warm thighsMy mother's own.
An owlWhen I was youngerWe moved into the new housemy father built.In the evening an owl flew in.With heavy wingsit threatened us,cutting through the darkwith hardly any room for flight.My sister and Iheld our breathand played dead until myfather came home.When he saw us he laughedwhile we lay stilland then opened all the windowsto let it fly out.
deservethe poisoned branch,I pulled myself up onto see another.now an ant nest in my heartyou stepped in andleft distraught.
By myselfWhen I'm aloneI steal pieces of night.Without another to share,I eat by myself.The meat is spoilt.Only acid in my throat when I wake.
wolfYou resemblesomeone I once knew.A wolf in the darkpressed against my window again.
the netI'm rot.Was sliced at the gill,thrown near the rocksunder sun and flies.Flesh exposed, a little girl with no t shirt on.Dead amongst scavengers.lost my armor all scattered likeand soaked into the stone.Swam into the net.Thought it would get me there fast.
KnivesknivesMy life through the glass,a million pieces scattered (splinters in my thumbs)A spectrum (colours of fear)Forced through me like knives.Here, smoke and doubt intersects false light.A journey queued. Where I had begun.This time aloneWhat am I fighting for?
:apart:Home again today.Where there is no relief.Not to slowly kiss.Once here was my love to fall into,now my days are just steep.Tonight I sleep alone.and time did not settle me.
BoredomMy life is a choreThere's no joyOr happinessOnly boredomAnd frustrationI'm just livingFor the sake of itWith no objectiveWith no purposeOnly killing timeUntil the day I die
(aftermathematics)with passing timeand spending dimesi've got(ten) precious,precocious all metallicand isolated behind alloysor bars; ally, lie,calculate the dreamscapesjust so.thought currencysells in idle transactions;idyllic complexities that dance,sparkling treasuresg(r)asping in claspedhands curling together,a stutter at the slightestmovement.i've got a diamond-like mindset,all wildfire kaleidoscopes;but you're offeringno more than penniesthat clatter in the b(l)anks.
Blind and lostI open my eyesBut I can't see a thingNot in all the fogThat clouds this worldA fog we can't clearIt doesn't go awayAnd so we wanderTrying to find our wayFinding only trapsAnd dead endsUntil we collapseAnd dieSomewhere in this mazeCalled life
I once thought that~ A Free Verse PoemI once thought that, I was scared, I was afraid,Of myself for being, So ambitious For being so opinionated, I once thought that, I would become corrupted, With humanity and, My constant ideas, For a better world, I once thought that, My influence would, Become uncontrollable, Too reckless, Too spirited, I once thought that, I was too weak, Too boring, To live an interesting life, I once thought that, I wouldn't be able, Too accomplish, Everything I wanted too,I lied,I was so very confident
sphinxamaniai.in this dawnlightyou will let himlinger,strung outand more muddledthan last night'sinvitation.the dry chokeof his slumbering throatwill be the anthemof your morning routine:wake first,test the depth of his sleep,softly gather all articlesand effects,step wraithlyover piles of clothingand passed-out bones,and if possible lock the doorbehind you.ii.let noonflood over youlike absolving showerswith the heattoo high.stare at the sunand burn out last night's imagecompletely,and never again rememberhis "discreet" voice.soon, love, the marksof his teethwill fadeand his namedissolvewith the daylight.iii.you are an islein the pale and ficklelight of the moon.every soultrying to kiss your shoresis surethat they will be the firstto survivethe trip.but love, their veinsare not preparedto rip.
the rise and fall of the fermionic empirei.you roll your limbsin odd circles,frontways and backbefore timecould.tracing the spiritof cosmic gestureswith the careof saintsas your figuressum tonil.known to themaps of thescoped, butnot shownto count.ii.you've attunedyour movementsto this earthbound opus.taming this sphere,its siltand swayclearly beloved.no one meantfor your plansto set sighton this crown.iii.you turn, limber aswillows kept dearby circlet breeze,and claim.taking these pearlsfrom the swingof fluxand setting themin gold dustdrowned fabrics.only oncehave your handslet their potioncloud.iv.your rule,in osprey swoopand brokebeak mons,stirs gamma-pierced wingsto grasp heirsby the throat.tracking the spearsas they slitpurple robesand spill.open upyour potentcourt.
it rains the most on sundays.i've never had a dream quite like this, i wasflying with the wings of a pigeon dippingthrough a halcyon haze then i was inkindergarten again- drowning in a poolwith nothing to hold on to, i still shakeat the memorysome days i can rule the worldmost days i can't even rule my bodyi poke at the marks on my skin and i will myself to believe that i am aconstellation, not a consolation prizeher technicolor coat is, technically, just redhyperboles don't exist in the rain,happiness is just a chemical in your brain-but oh, the things we do for it.
a year elsewhere (wont to)when you dragyour anklesinked across the pageand sign, desperatefor contactremember starsetsare not fixedand darling expanses shiftquite subtle in temporalwaltzes. every objectobserved started elsewhereand hardlysettles now. swearinga vow on the inertiaicequatesfranklyto madness.
iii.and that's when i realized weall have a purpose in lifeto place faithin this world andthen to watch it burn.
without a goodbyethis is the last time.just empty space and time passingbetween us.I am at the other end of the room,and you have opened all the windowsand doors to let yourself out.