Labyrinth of the Physical FormYou dare to wander throughout the catacombsAnd search every scum-filled cornerIn search of something you may never find.Be careful,For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirtAnd the grim underneath will wear your feet down.You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.The air is suffocatingAnd the walls drip with poison of the mind.The inner passageTo my heart, somehow still beating,Is not worthwhile,Yet you insist on finding the meThat's still lost in a dream.You shine so brightIn my darkness,I don't want to put you out.
Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuffDripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,Burning it raw in its midst.I want so desperatelyFor you to knowThat I could never hate youBecause you're that type of flawless,Perfect personThat I could never be lucky enoughTo have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.So,I'll keep it all inside,Because ignorance is blissAnd you're blissful.
IntrepidI have to let go,BecauseIf I don't jump,I may never fly.Dead weightDisintegratesAnd the fragments are carried in the embrace of the wind.I've never feltSo safe and soundAnywhere else but here,Falling blindly.A tear escapesFrom the corner of someone's eyeAs the ground grows closer.I have lived a thousand livesIn this moment.A smile is etched onto my faceAnd the tear hits the ground.
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves. Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Depicting LunacyThe moon leaks through the blinds,Casting a shrine on the wall.Light blue starlight(cascading loneliness)Provides solaceAnd my hands are perspiringAs they twist in the sheets.My eyelashes graze the pillow,And my heart drops to my stomach.Plop.
The Fault in the Silver-liningDid you knowThat when my eyes are cloudedAnd my mind is emptyI can hear the clock ticking,Counting each worthless second gone by.Do matter how hard I try,My heart won't beat in unisonWith the indefinite continuationOf life.Did you knowThat when I lay with my ear close to the groundI can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.It slowly spins,So aliveYet filled with the dead.Did you also knowThat when the blood rushes through my body,I can hear the wind tremble and quakeWith a familiar fear.It shuddersBecause it knows its fleeting existenceWill slip through the world's fingers.Did you knowThat I'm afraid of that too?
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of meInto bit-code hoping it sticks.But no one cares about the truthUnless it's funny.And I've lost sight Of what that is;I've been taught that it's all relative.We're all irrelevant in the endAnd so, the fire that use to burn in my heartIs all Charcoal. And I've been tryingTo see with no eyes; to drive withNo direction.But now I know I want to meltTogether people's 90 degree angles,Until the world knows everyone's rights.I want to melt together the distanceThat separates prose and poetry;Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
Dead or alive?I feel numbAnd coldIs this death?Or am I still alive?If I'm aliveI shouldn't beBecause death is betterThan this cursed lifeTo dieTo sleepNo more
While You Were SleepingWhile you were sleepingCells clusteredto whisper about you jealouslyin their tiny little chain gangbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -bigger, badder, better.While you were sleepingThey cementedtheir undying bond of friendshipand every face hardenedbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -sadder, snider, solid.While you were sleepingconspiracies rose and fellwith your breathand They rustled with laughterbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -more, malicious, mayhem.While you were sleepingCancer shoved over other kidsin the playgroundand took their placebefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -suddenly, so, scared.While you were sleepingyou were overrunand we can fight it, of course,with artilleries in the arteriespoppingpoppoppoppoppop -we'll, wield, weaponsbut while you were sleepingthey took a misered,bleak,first victory;poppingpoppoppoppoppop -into tumultous, tumourtuous, laughteras you lay undefendedand they captured your heart.
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
coming of agethere are parts of meyou can still hearon the radio;at first, you'll mouththe words, but youwon't be able to tellif the static touchingyour ears rests inmemory, and memory alone.my love is not leagues deep.you'll always be the oneto decide if i'm worth standingin up to the ankle,lukewarm and lapping,or if you'd like to sleepbeneath my shores, milesbelow discernible life.the long lesions scoringthe belly of my pridehave scabbed over,and trust me when i sayi clench my fists uponremembering those who havebruised me in the nameof disgust -trust me when i saymy teeth are baredand i am snarling,the blood from past fearsstaining my lips.
Morning ButterflyTo those who should live when our stars collide,Suffocating innocence is but a dying light.