Autonomous

a star licked 

my palm

and I did not recoil

no

quite the opposite

I bent to it's bright

open 

mouth

and let myself in

no one knows

why

but I did

Woad

it's hard 

to balance

slivers of sunshine 

on your tongue

when all you really want

is to devour

the whole 

damn

thing

when eyes stare so hard

and 

burn so bright 

they cut 

like knives 

and

hearts sizzle

how bacon might

on a

summer rock

the color of the sky 

is in 

your face

heavy and full 

almost ripened moon

these things...

they are why I keep coming back

Peak

hot air 

dry skin

parched lips

empty 

cavernous

aching

hole

right here

yes

right here

the sky gave birth to the mountains

Bully

you say

look at me

look at me

look at me

I try but.....

your foot 

puts itself

into my chest

and presses

presses down hard

on the place where there used to be love

For Years

you know

in the time it took 

to scream her name

I already hated you 

for years

those words that

ooze from blistered lips

sting like salt 

on wounds 

and

she lets you come inside her

 me? I run 

as fast as minds can run 

while the head is standing still

she is weak because she stays

but strong 

because 

every day 

is 

a 

battle

that she won't

 run away 

from

Layers

no sanctuary
from distant memories
that haunt
and scratch
and tear
and rip 
and stomp on now

....and slap tomorrow across the face

a small pause

here 
and 
there

relief from "him" and "that" & "those things"

lungs filled
eyes shut

-no....nothing really helps-

unless I dream

to swing from branches
on starry nights

wind slapped limbs
move too fast to think

crying/laughing
face to the moon

honey pumps through veins
and
wildfire burns through ugly

swaddled so tight
in a blanket of black

I POP from my shell

windburned skin
falls 
in layers
like onions

Does it burn your eyes to see me change?

Harborless

In a different time

with lowered eyes

you turned away

from indecencies.

Maybe you didn't see?

You must have trusted...insanely

the hands

that fondled tiny parts.

With judgement clouded by ambition

you walked a

narrow

blind

path.

It lead you away from me.

Away from love.

Real love....anyway.

Eyes now heavy.

Too tired of the past

to hold grudges.

Too sick of then 

to let it creep into now ( but it does)

Too tired.

Too done.....with that.

Alchemy

A heart that beats too fast
A body
that freezes.
Fingers that.....tap 123.....123.....123.

Fear (Of nearly everything)
Anger (beCause it won't stop)
Disgust (that I can't control it)
Sadness (that I am trappeD)


Creation (because it's the only thing that makes me forget)

Day 1

A space to write poetry. 

Some old-some new.