simple rage disguised despair
ariel turned to foam
so my dreams are fluffy clouds
Aegis of Calamity, Pleiades Unforgivenwhy do the suns gather my geomioclatic energies?
i deliver folden gods and decrepit monogoriums
sit quietly, little gem
listen to my tale of loret nastasios.
do we desire the genfared cosmos?
no, the cataclysmic wisps cover aeons of fear
i sing into the belly of the universe
and born of it we praise the All-Destroyer
Fallen, The Aegis of Ganymede
I grant you these hopeless wishes
We are on the cusp of annihilation!
2017 06 22 0928we wait like mole rats given sight
on the shores of eternal life
and we gouge our eyes out
begging for an end to this new sensation
ghost painyou are the nose on my face
but i only think of you
when you show yourself to me
2017 06 21 0704your eyes are rusted bridges
and you walk your soul to the edge
of the pier
i swim to you
little do you knowyou are a ghost to me
and i write
unbeknownst to you
Chopin ties us together
and you play more songs
and i cry in gentle synchrony
shrill gills fill shills till nilyou wend your ways like the wind
and you face your fears like the frightened
felon you are
and i think you crave the line like you crave
but you can't check to see
if the issue is you
and you test the inside wire
like we find fending off
mating the sun
and sun and celebrities
but the europe
lying in a heap
layers of the lemon
andn i've another reason
to regret watching
my father's death
over a skype call
father dear please go home
it's time to leave your family
and the tears are shed
and things hit so close to home
and this is for you
this is for you
and i fear i've lost my words
and every poem
is just a continuation of the first
reassurance, deliverance, thrallyou float like the ashes of the sacrificial sky and
burn with your disintegrated happiness
I've never forgotten you and i can't
how much you mean to me
no i can't imagine
because you're still gone
and I'm behind each of your
breathing eyelessly in my
tepid non-ignorant state
i am never near nor new
and now more than ever
you're aware of my nose on your face
as you glance at my words
but the whore who hated me
fifteen years ago
could not have foreseen
that these decades would
throttle my neck
and I've no grace left in me
as the darkness closes day by day
my judgment of despair is clear to me
in these forced and foresaid moments
and this abstinence is wearing me
thin like sugar grains in oversteeped tea
like i can't think philosophically
to be this heartfelt canopy
of love and
that this world was doomed before i could laugh
and the signs are clear that I'm long from sanity
no clinical study could have p
batch c3 generation 476the shadows gather darkest
where the pillars reach the sky
and the heavens open up
as if to do me die
and the sun sinks deep
into the sleepless waves
churning in the boiling pit
the planet grinds to a start
shrill spectral screams
shoot in and out of awareness
and my half opened eyes
see twice as much as I'd ever want to
but the games have only just begun
and the sun, oh the sun,
the sun sets this time in the east and rises in the north
and I've always wondered what would happen
if time would go froward and brackish
like so many dissonant nail-gnashing groans
and my agony has turned to laughter
laughter of exhaustion and defeat
and what i shape in this world would
fix my soul and cause me less suffering
should i open the heavens myself
and let me die of its doing
a final glimpse of disrepair
before i am gone and remember nothing
Aura: The Respark
Aura: The Respark
I, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your grace
Into the void of this sudden loneliness
Realizing I followed every single one of your steps
But yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting moments
Now I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promises
That which you still kept
So I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongest
You make sure to protect
To you, everyone, and everything is dearest
None left to neglect
But with all of that, you take on those heavy burdens
And try your best
Calling out your name into the nothingness
Forgetting about the peace you bestowed upon me
I guess it's just too hard to be away from
At the turning age.
Minds all the same.
To be in control.
Lovely knees, scraped elbowsshe wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovely
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.
she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
that we are just a speck to someone who thinks they are alone
in the universe.
she does not get along with logic. logic is not wisdom, creativity
is. she wakes up in the middle of the night and scribbles her
thoughts on post it notes: through the forest, down to your bones.
the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll
be lost again: send me a po
Abuse I just want a kind touch
A gentle word or praise
I look to you with hopeful eyes
But you just look away
I don't understand it
Did I do something wrong?
Please stop hitting me
I only want...
But you don't care
You never listen to my words
You only hurt me more
Maybe I should fight back
Let you know how it feels
No, I won't do that
You take care of me
You were nice once
Maybe you'll be nice again
I'm trying to be nice
I didn't mean to do anything wrong
Your blows keep coming
You're hurting me!
But you don't care
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
lion boyi knew a boy with
eyes of gold & fire
in his footsteps.
he would roar to the
stars, declaring himself
as fearless as a king
& as regal as a lion.
he would announce
every night when leo
would coax the virgin
from her radiant
five times around the
sun & loyal fangs bared
to shield his kingdom,
my lion boy
dances with flames.
boys with bird names cant actually fly.i fill my lungs with blackberries
& nicotine because it is the only way
I can stomach the taste.
a phoenix told me once
that he could teach me
how to burn properly,
as if scolding
[ like the intercostal
spaces of a ribcaged
he fell in love
with my words
before he knew
the height of my
or the annoying
sound of my laugh.
he said he could count
all my scars on one hand-
even the ones that wake me
at 3 am with an itch i swear
begs me to rip them open
& i told him he could keep
his pretty words and fiery fingers
creatively away from me.
i am tired of smelling of hell
& ash when -
FrostI am devouring chaos,
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
Sad poems need pretty titles.April was lungs weak of blue, and
scalpels held in heartless,
You told me you were no coward
that the seas and the oceans
whispered in your ears and told you
only the bravest of men
deserve to kiss their beds.
May passed too quickly.
No time for mourning
when I gained ten pounds
of pure muscle
holding up your stars.
People asked too many questions.
People told me I was strong.
One day in June
you woke up to a skeletal frame
that wasn’t yours and the biggest,
strongest ribcage I’d ever seen.
I had cornfields in my eyes;
You misplaced your anchor
and your mind.