040

i fell weakly on my knees
 soft bruises primed
   from under my skin
cherry blossoms tattered
 from merciless winds
  as i laid there exposed
 on a wilting field
the sky seemed almost translucent
 the Sun no where to be seen
i felt the trees bend forward
  intentionally towards me
 their branches grasping outwards
maybe to shield me
 from these forsaken lands sorrow
 where only tears
   and bottled hatred spills
to ruin youthful seeds
my limbs completely paralysed
  waited  for the Earth
 to engulf me from this reality
but instead blades of needy grass
  cut through me
 numbness swept over my senses
as involuntary blood trickled
   onto the yellow-green weeds
   flowers fought through my flesh
to find a new home
   with more hope and warmth
so they left me
                               empty

   it was there where i died
    and gave away all my memories
             of love and of loss
  it is where my carcass will fade
    but those flowers
   if never cut will remain
 to tell others of our story

039

her thoughts meddled
    through existing seasons
 timeless it seemed
    the currents she rode
       in this ever shifting realm
    that manifested within the gates
       of a faraway dream world
          in a caved in head
  but you could see it in
        her blizzard jaded eyes
            that she was never really there

   with you

   who held her hands
      in hopes to warm
         a brittle corpse
         that was far from saving
   as she had escaped you long ago
      perhaps not physically
                                   
                                 but mentally

   she left you to stare
    into vacant eyes held by the night
      but you still sought a light in them
         to illuminate your narrowing path

you did however
   never really gave it a thought
    of how much you were wearing out
      a promising star that believed
    she could help you
      out of your old ways

 and it was you who broke her
 but you are still looking for someone else to blame,
      you selfish cunt.

038

he was the sort of person


who chased
loose flyers down the road
hoping for a lost letter
some lover must have wrote


he was the sort of person


who could not
sleep with an IV drip
dug deep into his arm



he could not move
  
   or run away 
          from nightmares
                   that
                were not his.

037

she was the sort of person

who ran 
into glass walls
searching of a lover 
who slept miles away

she was the sort of person

who could not
flip the pillow
over to the cooler side

she could not hug it

and tell herself
that 
everything
was fine.

036

3.

i like to think of us
                     as infinite

cosmic
  in proportion
measureless by any means
  individual supernovas
greeting each other
        igniting simultaneously
it was
    compression
 from which we were freed

and
when curious scientists
ventured
    into oblivion
we were brighter
     than any shining star
                in the sky
    glow worms
 illuminating
     the walls
  of sunken caves
hidden somewhere
     peaceful and ruined
like Atlantis
 or
 (maybe all these metaphors
           are just stories to
             secretly tell you
           this is how i lose lose myself in your stare
           it is what i see
          tenderly sprouting
                         in your eyes)

035

2.

i like to think of us
                    as inseparable

thicker
  than blood
the sweet dripping honey
 in my veins
           you are
 what nurtures
           my nature
an avalanche
 of tenderness
that without
 i would collapse

you are the sun
 rising early on dreamy mornings
 to my seeded growing heart
you are the moon
 to the longing wolf in my tummy
  howling softly in the dark
you are the words
 streaming falls of encouragement
 that leave my chapped lips dry for more
you are the ink
 painting passages of hope
 that leave my fingertips typing of your allure

034

1.

i like to think of us
                    as discovered

found
     by chance
in a boundless sea
 separate jars
floating towards each other
it was
  desolation
from which we wished to flee

and
when salty sailors unearthed us
 tangled worms
    on a sandy beach
we curled
   our limbs together
 under
    the sun and breeze

castaways
 lost miles in
tides of diving love
  that surely drew us here
to an island
 at the ends of the world
 of silver sand
and sweet coconut trees