Atelier Flight

Nectar

Posted on October 31, 2017

I feel the waves of my sorrow

crashing against my brain,

recrafting my mind,

melancholy is a beautiful sculptor,

using her tides that flow through me

like streaking fingers

to reshape my mind

into a beautiful clay vase,

she picks dark flowers from my past,

and places them into the vase,

she paints the vase with images

that slipped down my mind

and are stuck in my heart,

leaving me in a constant state of suffocation,

she places my brain, filled with black blooms,

on her front porch,

you got attracted

and now you are having tea with her.

I am sorry.

Living Trails

Posted on October 29, 2017

I found Eden in your eyes,

stories of forbidden love, temptation, and betrayal

in your glances.

You have a familiar face
as I have a serpent’s venom
trailing in my blood,
black poison bubbling in my heart
and leaking from my pen,
a chronic low grade fever
gnawing at my soul’s infected edges,
black poison giving tongues
to my racing thoughts
and mutating them into voices.
I have a choir of madness in my head,
I found God,
I pray in all my tongues.

I found Eden in your eyes.
Now, listen to me sing to you.

Reingardenation

Posted on October 28, 2017

The gardener thrusts his shovel

into the Earth’s dying body,

pouring the seeds of life

into her wrinkled womb.

They blossom,

ripping through

her muddy flesh

to get to her stone bones,

reaching her skin of dirt

pushing,

pressing,

piercing,

until they have torn through

her pores of sand,

they begin to reach out

their arm-like leaves towards the sky,

towards blue freedom.

Their green heads peak out

and see what has happened

to their mother, to the Earth.

How man has plagued her

with radiation and toxic pollution.

The newborns then scream out oxygen

in horror.

It’s a shame we don’t hear them more often

when we breathe in their voices everyday.

October Kite

Posted on October 20, 2017

I went to the cemetery

and picked the sorrow-colored souls

out of their graves,

as if they were gray roses,

plucking them out of their tombs,

out of those dead stone bushes,

some of their sins cut my fingers like thorns,

wounds from sins, eternal bruises,

external wombs on my skin

where poison blood is constantly born.

I pushed a little deeper

into that black garden of blooming death

and then I laid them down

like an impatient lover,

sewing them into a giant kite

like a lonely mother,

attaching them closer together,

lips to lips

and hips to hips.

In the end,

they resembled a humongous gray moon,

I flew that enormous kite

to block out the sparkling sun.

An elephant-shaped eclipse on a string

will darken all soon

so we all can rest in an eternal night,

reminiscent of a grave,

reminiscent of how it felt in your arms.

Deliverance

Posted on October 14, 2017

I want to lick you like a stamp

and put you on top of me.

Deliver me somewhere sacred.

Envelope me with your legs.

Embrace me

like a love letter.

Let’s read each other

into the night.

Hands as eyes,

seeing you with my touch,

staring at you with my clench.

I’m an active reader.

I will leave marks on your skin,

annotating my favorite curves,

I will write a love letter

back to you on the pages of your chest.

My words will kidnap your heart

as you sigh,

and send you to our place.

We will hide

in the enclaves of our lust.

When we leave

we do not goodbye,

we bookmark.

Murder

Posted on October 5, 2017

A dead tree stood there, leafless,

the crows came covering it with complete blackness,

a funeral of colors,

they made that dead tree look like a

black rose,

with thousands of dark feather-filled petals.

I rushed towards it

like a thirst-soaked bee,

I started taking the bottom of the tree apart

with two hands as dry as a pair of crackling leaves in the fall,

tugging out its roots,

and there strangled by the roots

I found my nectar-skinned heart,

I held it, I smelled it,

it’s perfumed with pain

just like the rest of my body, it’s perfumed with pain.

I wiped my honey tears with it,

until it became bloated with my sweet misery,

putting my solitude-sickened heart on the ground.

I watched it roll and burst like a red water balloon.

I crawled inside the hole I dug,

curled up in the dark,

waiting for the tree with its wooden fangs

to take my blood for water

and my flesh for soil.

I waited all covered in a dress of sap,

mud drying around my eyes

like an earthly eye shadow,

wounds opening along my spine,

this death is mine,

mine.

I am going to wear my frown,
like a rugged-edged crystal crown,
until it tears up my face,
until it brings me down.

Midnight Dialogue

Posted on September 30, 2017

I tasted cities on your
tongue
from small town charm
to big city lights,
your kiss was sweet
and illuminating.
I learned a foreign tongue
from your tongue,
and now our conversations
go deep into the night.

Transfer

Posted on September 26, 2017

I jailed my inner shadow

inside my pen.

That dark beast howls

as I make him bleed.

I click my pen

and cut him,

he pours from the slices,

click, click, cut, cut,

I am mad. I am mad.

I got my fingertips stained with ink.

I love this murder weapon.

Now, he rises from these pages

and crawls inside your head.

Treat him well.

He deserves a home.

Maybe you can be his new cage.

The Empty

Posted on September 24, 2017

Those sweet moments are gone.

They fell from my life like raindrops.

My last words quiver in each one.

Those sweet moments are gone,

but they have watered your fields.

Roses bloom like echoing smiles

and this empty cloud

rolls like a shell in the sandy sky

being taken by the atmospheric waves

of the next life.

I will await you

in the next world

so you can curl up

in the embrace of my emptiness.

Those sweet moments are gone.

Publication

Posted on September 22, 2017

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