Silent Salute
Posted on March 20, 2017
In the black womb
of the night.
I stepped into itm
and see
the infant stars around me,
looking at them,
umbilical cords of darkness tie us into place.
I become nourished by the sky’s cold breath,
it flows through those black cords
like nutritious blood,
until
coldness and darkness cannot be separated,
in me or around me.
Until
my skin becomes an icy white,
just like those childish stars,
lost on their way to Heaven.
Icy white, dead icy white.
Go ahead, make a wish,
we refuse to answer anymore.
Petal-Stabbed Moon
Posted on March 16, 2017
The pain you make me feel
is like a flowery moon
with poison nectar
pouring from the craters
of its rocky petals.
The sticky nectar lands on me,
gluing my eyes shut,
trickling around my neck
and forming a syrupy noose.
which chokes me.
The poison nectar pours around me,
forming a golden casket,
entombing me,
leaving me to be freed.
Hollow Bell
Posted on March 10, 2017
Without you
I am a hollow bell.
I may move and seem alive,
but my motions are nothing
but silence.
Without you
I am a hollow bell.
nightfall
Posted on February 28, 2017
black night guillotine
slaughters the day with one strike
blood stars splattering
Key Verse
Posted on February 24, 2017
Art, a song bird,
with pain and ink stained feathers,
that each tells a story.
A caged bird set free
by the audience’s interpretation key.
A piece does not end
when someone puts down
the brush, mic, or pen,
instead it takes flight
in the skies of the observer’s mind
to places the artist did not intend.
Taking rest in different parts
of the red trees
of the observer’s heart
and nesting in holes
in the observer’s soul,
making the observer whole.
Your art is just the start,
don’t pretend it’s the end.
Shattered Union
Posted on February 18, 2017
I was broken,
you were broken,
fragments,
broken hearts,
broken souls,
broken lives,
broken people.
We made a kaleidoscope together,
mixing all of our broken parts.
Something beautiful and magical
from our shattered pieces.
We didn’t make each other complete.
Our beauty was in our brokenness.
Howl
Posted on February 12, 2017
Owls
flying
in the white night skies
of my bones.
Wolves
rampaging in the red forest
of my blood.
Rising
tides of desire
washing over my rocky soul
and leaving their salt
on my lips.
Night time.
Black curtains.
Dark room.
Alone with you.
How pleasant it is when
you are are my full moon.
The Creatives
Posted on February 9, 2017
Sweet Insomnia
Posted on February 6, 2017
At night you come
rustling my brain,
that broken tree,
causing memories to fall
from lobe branches,
sweet reminiscent fruits
that splatter everywhere.
My soul leans on the tree trunk
taking bites of the fallen fruit,
sweet memories dripping
all over my soul’s hands and face.
I need to sleep.
I need to forget you.
Time has passed,
but these sweet memories
won’t spoil.
Ink Monsters
Posted on February 6, 2017
No matter how happy you make me,
you will never take away
my treasure chest of pain.
I open it every night
and let the monsters out,
they dance on these pages,
leaving words as footprints.
I follow their footsteps
and get lost in their madness.
I love you,
but know your place.