Archaeology

Paint with me, please
Our fingers like a brush
Lay with me, please
Did she teach you how to touch?

Cause if backprints
Were just misprints
How can you leave it alone?
And if you branched out
Just to cash out
You've already collected all of my bones

Wire yourself, please
So I don't have to listen anymore
And push yourself, please
Since I can't move you anymore

Cause if backprints
Were just misprints
Why did you never spell me right?
And if untidy lips
Were your final grip
I'm not going to be the first to bite

Ravel me, please
Because I've seemed to come undone
And fray me, please
Because the fall was half the fun

and if backprints
Were just misprints
Can you erase such an easy mistake?
And when you built me
Did you plan me?
You know I'm always the one to break

Talk with me, please
Tell your story of white and gold
Lie to me, please
You never seem to get old

Moving In.

(am) (f) (em)
You, you, you laid me down,
You laid me down,
Please build me up,
Then break me down.

You put cement,
Under my skin,
You weigh me down,
I'll let you win.

With a chimney throat,
I breathe you out,
I'm in your lungs,
But always get blown out.

Keep windowed eyes,
Two glassy stares,
You burn me out,
You won't be there.

A picket fence
To shield my mouth
Padlocked with gold
So it won't get out

An extra key
Under doorstep mats
It waits for you,
It takes you back

A mail post
An open mouth
Just another way
You could shut it out.

You laid me down,
You laid me down,
Please build me up,
Then break me down.

tyra banks

Let me drip from your skin,
First an itch, now the pins
To your needles, let me in,
You let it happen.

You were the words I once spoke,
Like you said, it wasn't provoked,
So I just stay between bad jokes,
And wait to be retold.

It's your wrist that brings you through,
That minute hand, hats off to you,
With its guess, it was then you knew,
That I was open.

But now its hard to bite my tongue,
One battle's lost, another is won,
And I could never say I'm done,
You know I wouldn't.

So leave you arm around my neck
An ivory wreath, sun-spotted specks
A pretty dress, for a nervous wreck
Please let me keep it

tongue blank tongue blank

We shuffle around city skyscrapes
With the grace of a brain
That remains unbalanced
As your voice holds its grain
And we remain unbalanced

We always tell but never kiss
No fingerprints to paste
In a scrapbook of lines
As you rewrote your face
You became a scrapbook of lines

You kept your vertebrae solid
Though I tried every skeleton
Key, in every padlock
And all your ghosts would run from me
And every heart became a padlock
That sank deeper into the sea

Angry joints will always miss you
How your picture frame jaw
Had me caught like a fish
It was more than what I saw
Because you kept me caught like a fish



i don't know how to write.

I need to write.

Instead, here is Richard Siken's, Scheherazade

"Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
Until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it."

my favorite poem.

my life.

i cannot figure out how to resize things

hey

I placed seeds on your tongue
But your throat is in a drought
You planted seeds in my chest
While they vine and slither out
And you've kept your leather
Suitcase in my heads
Containing all the negatives
The black and whites I've never said

I only think of your face in cotton sheets

family dog

There's a pearl you keep
Inside your mouth
I only wish that
You could let it out
It would slide off your tongue
The way my words could
If that pearl came out
The way they wish I would

I need, I need, I need to spill you out
You can't, you can't, you cannot put me down
You don't, you don't, you don't hear how you sound
So don't, please don't, please do not turn me (inside) out

There's an air you keep
Inside your skin
I only wish that
You would let me in
And words hover there
Like the company you keep
But you would always
Return to me

I need, I need, I need to spill you out
You can't, you can't, you cannot put me down
You don't, you don't, you don't hear how you sound
So don't, please don't, please do not turn me (inside) out

I've seen, I've seen, I've seen just what you are
And you could, you could, you could not drop me now
I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure you'd keep it out
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd speak it now

I need, I need, I need to spill you out
You can't, you can't, you cannot put me down
You don't, you don't, you don't hear how you sound
So don't, please don't, please do not turn me (inside) out

Lieutenant

I could paint one thousand bodies
Drench their milky skin with greens and blues
I could keep your curves forever
While they pull apart just us two
I could ask you always
But you never swore you'd keep it true
I could build up bricks for hours
To make myself a bit more like you

You asked it, so I spoke it
With every set of lips that could've wrote it
And every question's only broken
As I feel every vowel decomposing

You could look at me backwards
And you'd remain as cunning as before
You could repeat anything you've done
Each time I'd like it even more
My lips are scared to disconnect
But you like to hold me at unsure
And I'm tired of this waiting room
Though I kiss the corners of every door

You asked it, so I spoke it
With every set of lips that could've wrote it
And every question's only broken
As I feel every vowel decomposing

You leave ghosts inside my throat
And they're tired of trying to come out
The bones inside of every joint
Are waiting to come out
Don't let me search forever,
Keep your keys at arms reach
My crystal ball just ain't no good
The same way I never could be.

nat done

I could keep an arc
For anyone who asked
Though everyone else's concave
Always puts them simply back
I could keep your sea shell
And let you drench us both in pearls
Because every time you've bared your teeth
I wish you could only tell.

Coachella Memoir

The air around my head was thick and smoky, as ghosts were drawn from the cherries of thousands of cigarettes. If you ever wanted to hear the sound of a heart breaking, I know of a place where you could listen. Or, you could be greeted with the familiar croons of a first love, possibly in combination with the awkward beats of your high school basement boredom.
The sun penetrated through the atmosphere, reaching the newborn skin of foreigners and forgetful first-timers. After willingly crawling out of the sauna that we once mistook for a vehicle, we excitedly trudged like cattle towards the heavy bass, loud enough that it could be heard from twenty minutes away. My feet had become lily pads, feeling thick and flat as I stumbled through the dusty terrain of the Californian desert. Hundreds of thousands of people flooded through the field, synthesizing in to one multi-colored puddle of avid music-goers, dehydrated lobsters, and drugged up, ecstatic party monsters.
Showing up unintentionally, but fashionably, late, my delirious feet carried me to the Outdoor Stage. I weaved through the collection of people like needled thread, bringing with me the person who I most wanted to experience this event with. My anticipation urged me forward, until the opening in the crowd closed off behind me. This left me placed beside an oversized Hawaiian man and his even larger friend, who seemed almost as enthralled as I was to be at this particular set.
A few minutes passed while I prepared my camera with the most accurate ISO setting for the new lighting. Dull murmurs emerged from the crowd, as I looked up to see what I had been imagining for years.
Donning an oversized and out-of-character cowboy hat, rolled up, worn-in jeans, and an awkward pair of boots, my musical God skipped onto the over-crowded stage in an intoxicated manner.
Before a word escaped Conor Oberst’s mouth, before his fingers caressed a string on his aging acoustic guitar, my heart erupted in unison with my eyes, as a river of tears trailed down my elated cheeks.
Like clockwork, my emotions set off the sounds of the Mystic Valley Band, fronted by the musician I fell in love with years before. During the third song, my parade of tears and delight continued with no signs of stopping, as the enthusiastic Oberst fan beside me sang along to every tune the way I did. Noticing my crying, the Hawaiian man and his friend snatched my camera to aid me in photographing the event, as my height and apparent emotional state was stopping me from getting a clear view. In addition, they laughed, hugged me, and insisted on snapping a memory of me in my blurry-eyed condition.
After the glistening tracks on my cheeks dried with the aid of the fiery sky, I managed to regain enough composure to sing along through my idol’s beautiful mind. As the sun hung slightly underneath half-mast, the oranges and purples of dusk drenched the stage, as Conor Oberst ended his set as perfectly as he began it.

“So thank you friends for the time we shared. My love stays with you like sunlight and air. Oh how I truly wish I could keep hanging around here but my joy is covering me. Soon, I will disappear”

CN Memoir.

Imagine a room dripping entirely in monochromatic colors. Housing gray floors, black furniture, white accents, and a mixture of sister-colors, this limited color palette drowns the small box. Imagine sliding the white trimmed glass door to your right, immediately after fumbling with the lock intended to keep the wooden gate closed.
I push the familiar dark-washed curtains out of my path, and awkwardly trip into my second home. This isn’t my second home now, nor was it a year ago, or ten years ago, but it was for the time being, and I know I will always allow it to be .
Without hesitation, I would drop what was occupying my arms, instantly making the small room untidy, splotched with brightly colored bags. Only after fully completing this routine would I actually look up at the face I always looked forward to seeing.
As if I were at my own home, I would barely breathe before I ducked under the covers of my second bed, submerging myself under the grayscale room. He always questioned but accepted my weird attachment to blankets, and how I’ve never entered my second home without planting my body into those sheets.
There was always something dancing upon the obnoxiously large flat screen television, perched above a black cabinet featuring two translucent misted-gray doors. It varied between two options, however, a violent video game that I was eager to play, or a movie I most likely had never heard of.
For countless hours, we would remain half slouched in potentially spine-damaging positions, as we shifted through the two previously mentioned television options. My mother interrogated me every night. “What did you do all day? Really? Why? Aren’t you bored? Why don’t you go do something instead of spending so much time there?” she would inquire in an overly-annoying way.
The truth was, contrary to everyone’s beliefs, I was never remotely bored during my days at my second home. Nor could I ever grow tired of someone who I was irrevocably connected with, the first person to remain at my level for more than an hour. The first person who was considerate enough to return all of the things I was used to giving away.
The majority of autumn and early winter was spent here, in silence, in slurs of video-game curse words and slanders, and in storms of new and old music.
He often made his signature dinner dish, as it was truly the only thing he was capable of making. We became five-minute chefs as we boiled penne pasta noodles and coated them in a blanket of pre-made tomato sauce. On one rare occasion, we attempted to incorporate chicken into the recipe, which turned out unfortunately, forcing us to both pretend to enjoy the delicacy that was mysteriously unpleasant. Our food adventures did not stop there, as a favorite memory of mine took place in that similarly color-coated kitchen. One afternoon, my famished stomach led me to the fridge where I attempted to remove a pizza box similarly placed like a “Janga” tower. Unfortunately for me, an entire carton of blueberries lurked underneath the box. After the violet filled plastic felt the desire to catapult itself off the shelf, what seemed like millions of blue marbles scattered all over the floor. Through volcanic laughter, the occupant of my second home refused to help me clean up the mess, leaving me to spend nearly thirty minutes picking up each sphere one by one.
It wasn’t the food scandals, or the selection of entertainment, or the comfortable form-fitting bed that kept me returning to my second home. I wasn’t drawn to the salt and pepper static that draped over the room, or the only cat that was ever remotely nice to me. It was the face I remember, the spastic laughter constantly rupturing the silence, the first person who I synthesized with flawlessly. My second home is the house of my best friend.

unfinished.

Return to who you were for her
I'll be the milk for your bones
Take my skin like the porcelain cure
I'll be the water over your tired hands
Run your tongue through telephone spirals
Be the second side of my boomerang
If take-out plates try to hang from your eyes
I'll sautee whatever makes you clean again

Keep a fire under your throat
Keep it there when you think of me
I'll walk you backwards like I have before
Trying to breathe in what I think you see

Mountainside Limbs

As we turned our heads
Something came from our eyes
And a bridge formed between the blacks
It hung from each of our sides
Fragile and rickety, like my bones
What was left of us attached
And as the dust crumbled around me
I never could come back

I miss that you used to keep words on your face
Ink spots like bruises you couldn't erase
And I hid under h's and sat on your k's
But since you took them away, you know I've lost my place

I tiptoed around
Your glass cemetery
And the bodies shone like
What you've given to the sea
So I kept myself light
Like the color of their laughs
You know I'll keep it together
When you can't hold it back

I miss that you used to keep my notch on your belt
That piece of my mind, I never wanted to sell
What you gave me, without a reason to tell
Being strung along was the only reason I fell

I used to keep sparks
Under my skin
You drained them all out
Before you tried to let them in
And I sit on edges of train tracks
When I can't quite commit
Because only half of me knows
I can't take your full hit

I miss that you used to keep words on your face
Ink spots like bruises you couldn't erase
And I hid under h's and sat on your k's
But since you took them away, you know I've lost my place

Please, never
Don't let it ever,
Don't ever let me see your names together
Your honey jar eyes
Stick to everything you touch
And your mood melted through
My velvety heart

I'll peel off a wall
For every look you lay on me
Leave your keys in the door
I know you won't be here long
And dust will collect
Around the corners of your sides

When your throat frowns

My eyes are your mouth
And they keep the same shape
Like my back stays curved down
And my teeth, in the way
But when your bones,
I can't touch them
I only keep you
With broken wire
Stay raveled to your chipped desire

Keep her fabric hair
Because it's caught, caught, caught
You're caught, caught, caught

My tongue keeps it's posture
And it lays in it's bed
My teeth are the posts
They sleep on everything I've said
But your braille,
Becomes a bible
I can't decode
Your translate speak
Watch your ghost walk out through me

Keep it's milky legs
Before they're lost, lost, lost
You're lost, lost, lost

Like Rubik cube alphabets
I color-coated the days
And wore charms around my ankles
Just to stop vowels that stray
But when clothespins,
Hold your kept face,
I'll hang you
Out to dry
Sometimes you never, get put, aside

Keep all your quarters,
When they don't give a damn, damn, damn
I'll learn to not give a damn, damn, damn

SEA SICK SEA SICK SEA SICK

I've always kept their tablets
I wrote them all down through stone
They slid slate between my spine
Heavy vocal cloud drones
Theatrical masks on stained necks
Switch with the grace of cement eyes
You always used warm words to turn you on
I wish I could douse the lights

Make a melodic song
With your knocking bones
Lift my muscles like marionette strings
Capture thick footsteps
I'll hide designer lips
Don't let me see what your river could bring.

I've always kept the crickets
That hide in the back of your head
They're silent out of moonlight
I'm silent like you said
And you conjure your thought bubbles
You splash them in my eyes
You only miss what you've taken away
It's hard to speak with teeth she's tied

Creases mesh like your druggie friends
I finally felt above wood train tracks
I would give so many things
If I could take those words right back.

Cat Lips

I've tried to wash myself away
But the bubbles turned into eyes
I chained my ankles to the chair
I felt the depth inside your eyes
And every cotton candy simile
Only feels good beside you
But I cannot, transcribe, you.

I like to float through asterisked words
You've never hurt my back
I just keep you in my head, now
While you hold the bones in my back
But it's your worn out soul
That they drink like cheap white wine
You are everything that's fine.

My joints connect like magnets
Yeah, they're quick to fall apart
And your moods, they dance like leapfrogs
Though you always return to how you are
You keep two types of silence
I always imagine the worst
Go easy, just give me the first.

For my mother (assignment)

I paint caution tape, and magnets, around your arms;
Words hang like bracelets,
Bangles knock your bones,
Embossed with inaccurate organs and acronyms.

Like an audio book that swivels around an ancient record player,
Clichés act as your needle,
Though, you say, you are tired of being spun.

Sticky ears only pretend to be clean.
But magnets always have,
Always will,
Hold your currencies in their soft mind trunks.

Boxing glove clouds learned to float like boomerangs,
Every mouth speaks, a different set
Of heavy heels,
Although, no one can stand to sit down.

With ferocious teeth, insides snarl,
And like a oil-stained heart,
I’ve felt an engine inside of my torso.
As each wheel clicks,
Everybody releases their ugly ghost;
Nobody can leash their ugliest ghosts.

There is an anvil coated with an uneven jacket,
That sits silently between our sides.
With crooked teeth,
How they hang like hooks,
Hundreds of holes made in our aura.

Dialect buzzes around my head,
Strings of words, bound like garland halos,
My skull is not a force field, but a sponge;
I will always keep your voice alive.

Sharp eyes meet with boomerang grace,
Though everything would implode,
Everything would destruct,
Everything would mean nothing;
If they laid vision on blue hands.

Like a curled telephone cord,
I have a tendency to disconnect,
Though, I cherish the receiver.

And like an elementary classroom
Plagued red and pink in February,
I’m not worried of tearing the paper,
I’m not afraid to smudge my cursive,
Because I know you keep infinite hearts.

oh

I kept my eyes in your neck
We made such a beautiful valley
And as the river kept it's posture
I lost everything I had
Our eyes connect like magnets
But they break with the speed of lights
I need anyone to tell me it's alright.

I kept my shoulders from the wall
Trying to make it spine to spine
Because the colors always mocked me
Taking everything that was mine
And as you spoke like clockwork
Every ghost, it came back up
Yeah you know, I will never have enough

Like a graduated cylinder
I stood straight with the grace of a tree
And as the volume ran up
I let it submerge me
But I hate re-watching movies
No I won't re-read my book
Just tell me that you might want to look

Like a burned out fire tamer
I watched your hues swim by so slow
You said it was nothing new
You said that's how your beauty showed
So I'll waste my spare change
I'll make a copper and silvered mosaic
Promise that you'll take me back.

Snape

My body is a submarine
I always sink between the lines
Yeah, my body is your submarine
Water seeping out of my sides
My body is an airplane
Armed with yellow oxygen masks
Hang their breath around your mouth
I would if you could ever ask

Drawstrings tied with desperate hearts
My sleeves are never safe
Shoelaces kept around spinning heads
My tongues have gone to waste
I keep bats in all of my pockets
To cover up my golden watch
I would write them anything
To feel a little less lost

My body holds an empty throat
And an exercise-junkie brain
It's ran around so many words
I just can't bring them back again
If my body was made of train tracks
I know you wouldn't lay me down
I know you wouldn't lay me down
Yeah, you couldn't lay me down.

"I like the way you touch me, it makes me feel like I have no skeleton"

I've seen your giraffe fingertips before
You're my millionth deja vu
I've dreamed backwards so many times
But the minute hands always land on you

And I could think for ever
Just about your monochromatic light
Or sing about your foggy eyes
Just to hear your nocturnal voice

I've thrown ashes off of burned bridges
And I've circled the catholic churches
I would wash the age lines off these hands
If you told me it wouldn't hurt

I love you with a lighter head
And I love when your sticky marbles look
Yeah, I know you store every recipe
Like a gypsy's old cookbook

I'll keep using my eyes like windmills
Your air around me like shattered rain
I'll hold my tongue like a yellow bird
I'll wait for you to be on again

Night Timing (Assignment..could be a song)

Skies turn the color of black-eye bruises
Sample-sized creamed milks weave through the dark
The overhead canvas carries flaws like lace doilies,
An effortless grace hanging from the time that spits you out

Double jointed wristwatches tease blurry minds
Teeth become imprisoned, and released in twos
Spotlights shine on the protagonists in every world,
Hypnotized eyes hope the moon might cradle you

Large-mouthed trees gossip in the wind,
Misheard words consumed by a sixties car’s screech
Overambitious footwear claps in a symphonic applause,
Hand thunderstorms for you and for me

Like ghosts, nicotine builds your spirit in the air
Trying to recreate the hours you inhaled when you were free
Accurately captured in a poorly panned photograph,
Synthesized colors; a drunken painter’s sloppiest piece

Writing Assignment..not a song.

Blue like your eyes, and blue like their arms
You are blue as the tails they shake
Like a navy sea admiral, you mimic scurvy blues
You are as blue as the hues that you break

You drink down the blues spiked in your cup
And whistle them into blue tunes
You scribble your thoughts down in blue ink
Where blue hearts hide like quarter blue moons

Blue finger stains painted your victory notes
Which you've pierced with flags made of dark blue
Blue-blooded bodies always mark up the town
With blues, because red is too subdued

I knit your ribcage a thick blue sweater
To reflect off your molten-blue mind
You could stain the shoulders of my aqua blue shirt
I would let you be blue all the time

"please"

Bloodshot eyes
Run like chromatography
Every stoplight spirals
The same way they run from me
And every dropped-out minute
Won't mean a single thing
Because you are all I wanted to bring

Sometimes I
Need to debate with myself
Acquiring a new tongue
Every time I make the rounds
And the black eyes only disappear
Until I'm alone once again
If I told you, I wouldn't know how to begin

I will never,
Understand what you want to gain
Because every day it's different
Unpredictable like the rain
That's why I feel uneasy
When I focus my eyes on twos
I can't help that I cannot be you

Today I
Bartered everything away
All that I had and would've had
I dreamed it into the sea
And as the crashing rocks took over
I was left with empty hands
But I don't want to do this again

Well we would
Always wear the the same grey
Blank shades for lovers
Static painted every day
But I'd like to switch the station
Lay your heavy eyes on me
I wish someone, would subscribe to me.

Do I Know You? (Assigned, not a song)

I know the seeds in my back never sprout
I know I participate in marathons with the clouds
I know my language is an imprisoned criminal
I know that I have arms for everyone

I know my trachea is premature
I know my teeth are construction barricades
I know my joints yearn to relax in yours
I know that I hold telescope eyes

I know I have a marshmallow heart
I know I wear duct tape ears
I know I keep chameleon irises
I know that my vertebrae was built for train tracks

I know my soles play musical chairs
I know my padlocked ribcage lost its key
I know my lips pretend to be quarter moons
I never said that I really knew me.

I finally used Babylon!

Like a rabbit in a satin hat
I always bring everything back up
Though I think they're gone forever
I will never have enough
And though I try and push my words
Into every bottomless pit
I always get a splitting alphabet, I can't get rid of it

As they sink backwards, up to the surface
I watch them emerge like your lace clothes
The ones you bring out on special occasions
The ones that nobody knows
You always tried to hide your beauty
But I know the way you are
You never feel as alone in the dark

If you wanted to let me
I could spend everyday
Sitting right beside you
And watching every way
Because I love the way you never
Have taken an anticipated breath
And you've never cared for what they've said

And all the spots that sleep on your arms
You wouldn't know where they've come from
Like the only vacant hotel
Or the secrets of Babylon
So I will never try to decode
Your hieroglyphic speak
Because you don't know another way to be

I'm sure you're right.

Boxing gloves always weigh me down
Before I can put them up
Burgled eyes always weigh you down
And I just can't keep up
Parted lips only fall apart
When you open them wide enough
Apologies are hard to come by
When everyone's had enough

Yeah, who has had enough?
Who, has had enough?

I measured the space from foot to foot
I could say you ruled me out
And like walking through the ocean floor
You could say I had my doubts
But I can't blame my blatant encouragement
I know you don't read those extra lines
No, I never asked for any belligerence
But I told you it was fine

Yeah, you said that it would be fine
You, said that it would be fine

If I gave it to you in braille
Then no one would have to speak
You wouldn't hear the cracks in every word
You wouldn't have to see me
Because I miss the pictures
That ran as fast as you
It won't last throughout a cigarette
But I sure as hell hope you do

Yeah, I wish that you will, too
I just wish that you will, too

haha that sucks.

I'm followed by a fire
It just drags behind my heels
As it scorches my decisions
Destroying what I try to conceal
And I'd give it back for free
If you'd only ask
Except, everyone loves to always
Break my back

I'm followed by a shadow
It's just, yours beside mine
But it, haunts me like a ghost
I try to escape it all the time
Though my, my brain likes to
Lock lips with, toxic glue
And I get, stuck forever with
Someone like you

I'm so sorry because
I just can't trust, when it
Washes over me like an
An ancient rust, and I
I keep forgetting that I
Can never forget, so don't
Be offended when I tell you
What I regret

You know everything that I
Choose to slur, but what I
Really want to say would just
Make it worse
And I, saw this coming before
It showed it's face but I
Know that nobody will ever
Take your place

In my, hypocritical jubilee, I knew
The break inside me would still
Do the same thing as you
You know I can't lie
Except it, aches so much more
Because, I followed you home
And you, told me to go with you
When I, couldn't turn

And I still can't turn
No, I still can't turn
I still won't turn
Away from you

I never write this way. This will not be a song. Ending credits - jan 7

I wish everybody knew how I felt, but I wish it wasn't visible to prying eyes that could care less.

I am as green as the sea, where you've dropped so many emeralds and copper stained chains that they've become entangled through my limbs. I'm immobile. Someone can always fucking make me immobile.

The space between seconds make me sick; I am sick. My throat is sore with vowels and consonants that haven't made it past my tongue, another virus that circulates through your blood race track.

My feet have eskimo kissed with yours, the tips of our soles nuzzling noses. I felt like I could fall backwards, a sea of piranhas would have nothing on me, because I know you, and I felt like I had it.

I would lock you in a treasure chest in the back of my mind. I'd let you collect dust, I'd give you my interest, and let you earn interest.

Because I am what leaks from the ceiling in a chromatographic fashion. I swirl and spiral with the grace of a disease, I am not appealing to you, not appealing to me. I peel through the cracks in your cardboard-esque rooftop and I can't stop twirling out in every direction. I am not a not a sight for eyes, but you break mine.

In ten minutes I will have the crystal, attracting the bloodshot tadpoles that screech out like static electricity, back in my eyes.

Please keep yourself stretched out like a tightrope, because I know I can't pry myself from the appeal of falling down again.

youaresogoodatmaskingmyemotionsforme.
howdoiletthishappeneverytime.

jan 6

You're the cat's eye, you're the marble
You're the swirl suspended in glass
You're the murky curtains that kiss the light
You are everything to have

Never one for zipping lips
But I love when words scamper like rain
And I'd pick them up like flowers
And always give them back again

And if your eyes come off like petals
I will press them between twenty four books
Each with twenty four chapters
I want you to see how sad you look

You're the cat's eye, you're the marble
You always knock me so far away
You're bluntly brilliant through a room of mirrors
When you swagger and when you sway