my closet is the closest thing
to my heart. i keep my soul
behind the door to my closet,
is all i ever knew and
safely tucked away behind
that door my heart;
near the shoes by the soul
below the pants and within
the corner of my weeping eyes
i hide my heart.
my closet is the closest thing
to my heart.
:: 02-16-2015 ::
i cried and
the rain covered
my tears
and the thunder masked
my screams
and i hated being
so human
:: 01-24-2015 ::
WE walk upon the lemon slice
like-Earth spinning dish
a garnish upon our plate
a heart full of pie
and i love your face
it makes mascara smear
when i taste your heart
oh, moon like a drop
of caught tears!
i crushed you there
in my fist,
and on top of day
i forgot your name
when i taste your heart
it makes mascara smear
Oh well, oh yeah
it’s an open space
oh no, oh my
i died forgiving
just two hands upon
a wooden cross
and mascara smears
:: 01-11-2015 ::
i have seen that sun of you like
the light
(my heartMOTH drawn by warmth-fields
and honeyWORDS i hunger in eagerSoul…
…. . …
. .. . . ………………….*
the weak muscle (i never knew strength)
beating inside the castleChest breast
OF too many battles of courage
and weakness fell these walls of life
the stir is unutterably a broken wing
dreams of thrilling life never known
forever
my phantom feeling Fields
when summer is born
–in the mouth
where wet souls
kiss the body
of
love
should
we die
:: 01-01-2015 ::
here in my heart
collaborative
bee hi’ve voir
smiling and stabbing
building new
arg, you ments!
it’s all here
within my heart
aggregate structure
like bee hive
i died honey drowning
and my flowerSoul
so sugary juicy
a vicious tongue
sucking blossom
all within your
Honey Stomach
So full of me
you said, ‘Sting!’
and flew back to
the hive of all
the souls you
killed!
:: 12-25-2014 ::
I dreamed disgusting me
and see my hands so red
leaving pain and hurt
the dream i hated became
what I ever was
just a child confused
and i wished when i pulled
apart the wings of butterflies
i could be a wingless one too
so i am and never flew
like my butterflies we walk
oh yes, it burns butterwalk
each step from flight
oh, burn, burn! I could
never say what I mean
and express in my words
what a little boy feels
when life was crushed
from his heart so I smile
seems the wings died
when I walked out the door
another person into the world
And I forgive the shadow
who kisses me instead of love
I saw a spark inside my heart
it separates life from death
and butterwalk between both
:: 12-05-2014 ::
If confusion has you
(distance and emotion
means the heart skips
smoothly across wishes
of a dreaming spirit)
If you love
(me, i’m the agent of
confusion by way of
my unbridled mind)
a soul, the kindness is
smoothly a skipping stone
And inevitability is cousin
to fate, two clouds
serenading the sun
on Sundays the tears
of two hearts
shower-resembling flowers
like breathing-beating souls
:: 11-11-2014 ::
UPON the surface of watery skies
below the waves of forgotten memory
you forgot the smile and her sun
and I drowned in daily life
And for just today you remember
a silent gaze for the moment
you saw my smile in your heart
upon the surface of watery skies
You swore a law you never abide
so you broke the half of sun
in my arms you fell inside
and the skies forever cry
If you ever stay in a place
i watch your feet as they run
always away into watery skies
i forgot the sun in his jealous way
And i swim up above reaching sky
while i see my heart drowning
below the waves of forgotten memory
and you forgot the smile and her sun
while i drown in daily life //
:: 11-10-2014 ::
I saw today incredibly,
today just a few ticks
ago a thing that should
have never been.
Today I saw upon
two legs, a thing of pain
walking down the walk.
top hat, pocket watch.
Three steps by two.
A thing which I know
now, I know incredibly
I do! A thing of pain
upon two legs for you.
:: 10-31-2014 ::
Such wind blows my love, upon your dreams
that flower of fields once knew bright warmth.
And now the grasp of pain so coldly sweeps
upon frozen tears — pain hurts the soul!
I should say come away! Away from sorrow…
but the gate between fate and me is locked.
Should i find that eternal key it be your heart!
:: 02-08–2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014
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