Youbuild worldsbreak wallsbend timeto be mine
A Drowsy Kind of LoveThe night is quiet with your sleepingaglow from the heat of your dreamingas I gently nestle against your napeyour mouth ever so slightly agapewarm breath suffusing my wakefulnessas my fingertips linger on the surfacesthat soak up my nocturnal restlessnessand gift me with a longed for repose.
The Year AnewNight skies twinkle with the fire dust of pyromaniaas we down liquid gold libationsto inoculate against another year.
A Silent NightIt's quiet this Christmasno snow on the ground,the rain has stopped fallingand quiet is the soundof my heart as I lay sleepingdreaming you're awake,covering me with kisses--such sounds that lovers make;I am thankful we're togetherthough tonight we be apartfor tomorrow we meet againand love will fill our hearts.
Creationme here .. you therea doorway doth divide us--yet our hands move in tandemand strangers can never fathomhow the art we make unites us
AwakeInsomnia rends the night skywith dreamsof daybreak
Stay the NightSleep, my perfectionand I too will shut my eyeslike the moon mourns the light of dayso it can slip awayinto a union with the sky.Then the stars will wink at us from above,privy to our not-so secret love,and our slumber will resemblethe softest of waves as they tumbleinto each other with unbridled joy.As chilled air seeps into our shared dreams,we will nuzzle up and burrow deep,inhaling the scent of the freshly launderedbefore the hours are quickly squanderedby a sun that swiftly draws the night away.Yet fear not, my lovefor we have learnt to allay the dawn--when it cajoles the night to retreat,we smuggle the stars in cottony sheetsand covet the moon with our kisses.And the night will never feel as youngas when our bliss has sungthe lyrics of a life now lived as one.
ReunionI used to howl when twilight descended;my muse a yellow orb leading me--my guidepost in a sea of darknessso black my heart turned inkyfrom disuse.My paw prints created paths of dustand my tail swept them cleanas it hung so lowto match the bellowin my heart.The stars could not quell my yearning,which twinkled faintly till morningdrove me to fitful sleepingand the dew gathered like tearsweeping on a dull grey coat.Then, when my desire to live subsided,the sky at night turned lighterand my eyes gleamed brighteras winter carpeted the land in flakes of lace.And I heard his howlingeven before I spied him lollopingon banks of snow and ice,his hind legs carrying him to mein powerful long strides.Winter's embrace never felt more bracingthan it did that fateful morningwhen our noses met in a moist reunionand the skies turned a soft vermillionas our hearts finally intertwined.
My RewardYou are my quest--that beckoning in my RPG called lifethat detour from what I have charted.But the game was not wonby my following the trail of crumbslaid before me;the game was over when I met youfor I wanted to play no more,wanted no part of this existencethat plodded on with no investment of passion.There was no levelling up in my world--no little man in a suit and tie to save meto bend time and slow motionto piece together the puzzlesthat would lead to my happiness;no dark soldier swinging his oversized swordbattling the demons of emptinessto salvage my loneliness;no tiny robot fuelled by a loyal heartdoggedly searching for his true lovein a world of discarded parts.In a massive universe of multi-playersbattling the futility of existenceto attain an inscrutable treasure,I found you--a gem in a village of clans,a clue to lead me forward,an option when I had so few--for youare my extra life,you filled up my health barso I could break freefrom this endl
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers thinkWe may dream our reality.With earphones attached liked IVsI dream my own melodic universe.Until someone laughs behind meAnd strikes up conversation with a friend.And in that moment they become my anchorAre they spinning through my dreamOr am I spinning through theirs?Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,And sometimes it all mixes togetherLike liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.When no one speaks to me for hoursI begin to wonderIs everyone dreaming a reality that includesThe whole café but me?The street outside the windowWith passing strangers, dogs and carsIs a whole new Milky WayWaiting to be discovered.But I am no space explorerAliens are beyond my reach.Whispers of the people aroundReach my ears distinctlyLike waves lapping on the shore.Words on paper go no wayTowards proving that I was ever hereMy identity is slowly condensedNot into the people who kno
DaybreakI re-create my worldfrom what the moon has left hidden,soft motes and shafts of twilight,tucked away in the shadows of night.They spin like tendrils,silver wisps that trace outlinesof city streets and skylines,and spatter their traces over the pathsthat greet my feet in the morningand wake the world anew.They grow warm and feralstarting in golden buds,threading their way through fieldsand blooming in a riot of horizonthat yields up its bountyand gifts the waiting world.They make songs from scattered wordsand music that clatters from clouds,caught humming on the wings of starlings.They paint pictures with facesand colors that bloom from landscapes -all captured in the days lazy palette,swelling the world in bee sung glorywhere the sun crests its orbitand carves out the new day
pyromania.I tasted your lips sideways,and they were lit likecoals.but in reality,your breath simply hovered above the bowl,and you smiled at meas you lost control.
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something thatevery man seems to want. A place where she should be ableto call her own, between her legs. She feels that men only want her,a true want, to have sex with her, andwalk away. The breasts she has, they gainstares from men passing by, trippingover themselves to find a chance to touch. When will she stop being looked at,as an object of sex? when will a mansee her as someone he may spend hislife with? Her hips curve, and she doesntwant your hands on them, if yourjust going to touch her skin. She wants a man to touch her soul,not just touch her skin, and run his fingerswhere they do not belong. What made these men think, sheis just a sex object, a toy that could beput on display, and taken whenever theylike. Between her legs, lies something thatevery man seems to want. Proud she is though, that she hasntgiven in, hasnt
tutorialtake an evening -reclassify emotions as chemical compounds.remove one atom,see what changes.take your field notes, transcribe themback to front.add line breaks.be scientific. be too scientific.replace the word 'entropy'with the word 'god'.be so full of want that you can feel itscraping its numb jaws against your insides.write about flowers instead.make your first line provocative.follow it, let it unfurl -ctrl a.del.inauthentic, try again.ctrl z.who the fuckwants authenticity?read, find inspiration.find new ways to plagiarize old ideas.stop reading.hash and rehash,slash and burn.look at the mess you've made.add punctuationas decoration.spend an hour flicking back and forth -capitalization.uncapitalization.write about family. if it hurts too little,write about flowers instead.use a word bank.cuss,kiss,switch,hit,shock,shatter,fade.write in the dark.write from within your own skull.write drunk.write your litanies.write your lines.write your
My BabySerene in your slumberyour eyes like twin commason a face that tells meyour heart is happy.And I glow inside.