this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore
you're the deep blue diamond sky above my head
when the world keeps spinning and I keep wishing I was dead.
-s's.
you should know by now what a liar i can be, with two fingers crossed and whispering to you goodnight and sweet dreams, while i resist sleep in favor of picturing what tomorrow's abrupt entrance may bring—
what strength the dusty wind will blow with, what color of light the radiant sun will shine, what striking songs the birds will choose to sing,
or whether this heaviness will still weigh my life's sins on my heart and my mind,
and, maybe, what words from you will greet, from behind a waking veil, these still-sleepy morn eyes;
Lists Hanging on the wall Were of no use now Because I found a way out
I found a way out
we were a firecracker Nobody dared to watch What dies fast Never is enough
and the stars are fitting, in the ice blue city Atmosphere of light and dust, I breathe through the magic of us
-s's.
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
She is a glowing beauty, pink glass petals crack and refract aspects of different potentialities, an endless intermingling of what if realities reflected in a shimmering crystal flower in a jar in a fairytale that I tell myself.
-2023
I can't see your art, I don't know what beauty beneath eyes like yours could be, what it looks like, how you’ll love, what you’ll know, why I should follow you home -s’s.
-s's.
dream up north
obscene, silhouette trees
Gazing downward carefully
how can I escape just enough
that I won’t be able to recognize anything
-s's.