time-spared drawers of dreamsi. someday the sight-starvedtime-spared drawers of dreams by =your-methamphetamine
will find more than just the moon -
that i promise you.
we've seen all of what happiness
will never be and
like liquid stars in the milky way,
smiles will seep down
into the oceans of your laughter.
never mind what they said
about shady equilibrium;
it's only man's insecurity.
truth is, there is no
no rule, no eyes
watching over you;
just the forgotten remains of the
god that falls on us
every time it rains.
ii. someday, my dear,
those cranes won't just be
an exhibition of folded paper -
and those tears you cry now?
[which you hate so much?]
will leak into my arterial walls
and tell me they only tell stories of ecstasy;
we just have yet to realize.
love, it won't be long
till autumn will not be as forgotten
and between these
multiple shades of grey, will rest
the emptiness within yo[us]
and the broken smiles
of a shattered yesterday.
iii. grieve not, sweet traveler -
our draining journey has just begun.
and though you have been without comfort for s
drinkdrinkdrunkanabolic alcoholic, summerdrinkdrinkdrunk by =your-methamphetamine
of watching you soar through
hammock seams and i had
almost found your reluctance
but then liquor dripped
and ran rather deep -
mounds of molehills
you drained with coke
vodka leaked jaws and i
told you the dreams;
the heights summer had
-ment etched in your
left cleft joints
so swallowing, wallowing
in catabolic ache
liquid froze at the
nape of your
neck and this white-red-pink wine
you love somehow
stole summer's dreams
and winds and thaw.
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b l o o m e d
when electricity created function from
You were an extension of me -
my only viable chromatid -
connected at our centromere
was the heart
They progressed, those star-fire
petals, attac(k)hing us
to something more
and on this mitotic spindle, we were
naive to know
this is it,
our ignored forementioned goodbyes.
We were broken at the thorax,
our H's became I's,
our union became two singular coils of
We were on separate poles of the
we were separated by phospholipids
life was given to another replay
of the same story.
We were only a microsecond tragedy.
Worn Out Siren TalesI was once the moon-rippled, crystal clearWorn Out Siren Tales by =your-methamphetamine
disturbance at shore
and you found hope, resting
on the borders of
sand and wave.
When I moved, you breathed,
It just isn't worth it,
I was carved on ship hulls for a
and I was summoned from sleep to
drown myself in the clutches
of a sea that disowned me
for one too-
and I wrote on woody parchments
for more attention than
So when you moved, I stopped,
Tell me this is eternal,
I had not.
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seventy six letters i sent your way
and though my breaths are frost-bitten in
the cold of the night you came back
i am still shaken
i am still aching
is there a moment between then and now
where your might may have
caught some shame?
ii. i woke up in between this morning
and everything felt off
my letters were waiting on the kitchen
table; silent, raging yet so
subtly ignored by color
almost as if time had wanted to erase
the glide of my fingers that desperately
inscribed nothing more
than my lack of lucidity
is there justice in the curvature of your
bones, that once smothered my skin
with beaded scented sweat and tumult,
or has the hazard of your presence
washed away with my morning coffee?
iii. i am not the byproduct of salt-crusts
and humanity; you simply were
far too in love with the comforts of the sea
you're back, yes,
but this free fall inside my stomach that
flip flops (in all the bad ways at the
sound of hope - you - lea
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and i've just been running out of it lately.
i crave for days where you smile that wide at the sight of a talisman
i got made for you. you'll clutch on to it and guard it forever, won't
when my pendant will glow with the
ordinary light of logic and what-is-
right, you'll find that we don't live