I Can't See Your Art, I Don't Know What Beauty Beneath Eyes Like Yours Could Be, What It Looks Like,
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.
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What I do
What I do is I compress all the love into a tiny spark
living in the firecracker, ready to take off
what I do is deny my obsession, and the eventual fall
-s's.
saturated acid oscillations
falling down and stumbling around
down spiral steps
a rising swarm
metric distortions
white noise whispers
ice skate stepping
outdoor silk and indoor rain
inside outside
down is up
it's all ok alright ok
sit down and breathe
like flaming fruit
like water and shells
like justice jailed
into jam
smeared all over on a loaf
take all of your time,
your heavy heartstrings,
and go
living isn’t all that’s on my mind…
-s’s.
Leap
all I did was leap and miss
I'm this,
retroactive, pining for a sliver of him
golden embroidered
hummingbird pin
-s's.
things don't have to make sense,
these layers of batter and words
bake warmly in my oven-like mind:
the place that nobody else can pry open.
my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts
and desert gold mines
things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,
obsessed with them
I just try to take my mind off of
anything as far as my eyes can see
and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache
-s's.
A minor imposition I create, but I insist
it’s a habit that I can’t resist
what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory
like a sun,
like one bright sun in front of me
the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;
the dreams I might not have
ever discovered
-s’s.
I'm tired of living this through time and time again Seeing you feels Like being dead promise I will stop or promise I won't whatever the choice you don't have to know -s's.
Don't Be Damned
don't be damned
dry your life of an eye
with its turquoise shoreline
A small world in envelope
with enamored stars and newfound hope
don't be damned,
there is nothing else you need to know
-s's.
Butterflies flutter
Flowers frolic, silken threads
Hold me as I sleep
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