F U C K
Posted on April 29, 2018
Smoke
Posted on April 20, 2018
Sky
Posted on April 20, 2018
past away
Posted on February 13, 2018
Skies of Skin
Posted on February 9, 2018
Last night,
my body was the sky.
I felt sizzling stars
glowing underneath my skin,
shining starlight through my pores,
one of my pupils was the sun
and the other was the moon.
The emboldened sun raged
with flames and rays,
sending its light down my body,
illuminating its side
of my face and body,
but with leaving the moon’s side dark.
My body was divided
into two parts:
the blue day and the black night.
My body was the sky,
last night,
I felt ten birds
fly from one part
of my body to the other,
from one part
of the sky to the other.
The ten birds made a voyage,
last night,
soaring all over my body.
Those ten birds
were your ten fingers.
f e a r
Posted on February 8, 2018
Solace
Posted on February 7, 2018
In the misty shadows of your dark eyes
there is a calming refuge
unlike any other place,
your risen eyelashes spread above me
like two black roofs,
putting everything below them
in an engulfing shadow,
protecting me from this scorching life.
Looking up, seeing two giant white moons,
shining their soothing light on me,
a light that soars down on me,
like a white flurry of angels,
showering down on me,
soaking the scene with a dim hope
like two fading rusted lanterns.
In the misty shadows of your dark eyes
there is a calming refuge
unlike any other place,
your risen eyelashes spread above me
like two black roofs,
putting everything below them in darkness,
making you my shelter of night.
Illuminating teardrops fall from those angels,
tears from those crying moons.
They are sizzling stars falling
from your face of night sky,
dripping down
the atmosphere of your cheeks,
engulfing me in the glow of your sadness.
Crucify me to your dreams,
because I know that is as close
as I will get to my dreams.
Cautereyes
Posted on February 3, 2018
I cauterized
my past
so it would
stop bleeding
into my future,
but I still have
blood on my hands.
Attraction
Posted on January 27, 2018
The moon
shatters into a storm
of transparent butterflies
that circle your soul,
they become your charisma, your charm.
Wearing black,
you become the lady of the moon
and I am under
the control of your pull,
butterflies singing like sirens,
Luring me towards you
with your walk,
with your smile,
with the gravity in your breath,
causing my waves of desire
to rise,
later in the night,
they’ll crash and wash over you.
Your light will glimmer
in my raging sea,
I will carry your shine
in my darkest waters,
but my depths
will always roll in blackness,
tempting your light
to try to flicker
to my unreachable undercurrents,
and that’s how the wild ocean
pulls the moon.
I got you.
The sun
turns into a flock
of fiery doves,
wings beat,
illumination.
They take shelter in the red branches
of your heart.
I sit under
that sacred tree
and fall to the spell
of their song
as they bring light
to the darkest crevice of my existence
which I thought
was only a dead end,
but a speck of your light has shown,
at that dead end,
the silhouette of two lovers huddled,
smoking cigarettes,
looking like two burning red stars,
they have our faces.
When I met you,
I thought you would be my world,
you became my universe.
Walls
Posted on January 6, 2018
You put your walls up,
and I wrote love letters
with graffiti on them,
painted murals
that told sacred stories,
I watched the murals
play back like an old romance movie,
where you pretend to love me.
I stepped into the brick screen,
the alternate reality
where you reciprocate my love.
You put your walls up
and I learned to
live with it and love it.
I hope you keep them up,
my movie hasn’t ended yet.