Bring it down Like fire on my tongue In places deeper Oblivion Vermilion In velvet flames Dancing darkness Invading veins Colors running...

Ligaments And limb by limb Fresher air Intimate Caught in actions Adrenal Flying Colors Bleeding down Pressed against the night Swallowing Without self-control Gasping in prayer Out of straws to grasp I lower melancholy strings To melodies I dance Hung like marionettes Growing discordance Glowering Moon Spread with a vengeance Never singing out Made of tougher stuff Stones out on the wall Bones of giants lost By a Philistine repaired Such elegant music Hunting the twang Memor

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making light of this Fatigue permanently setting in I till the soil of this garden I burn the fire in the pit I light the torches by the river I plant my seeds and wait Vaults that never see the sun Reaching with nowhere to go Sundered but still swallowed up Flavorless and malnutritional How I long to meet the tall grass If I only had the gold set asid

Deimos and Phobos I can barely breathe Suffocating in Quicksand Underneath my skin Sundered secrets caught in throats Fires burning under tongues Faces blushing, light this up Up and atom, meet these suns Purging, belching out black smoke Prodigal, still doing splits Bending over backward To become the destroyer of worlds A far cry from throwing stones Ripples of the underworld Lunar movers centrifugal Moon-set against the glassy sea Growing cold but still ticking Lips still

The Rewound Heart Bleeding backwards Into a dying sun Waning crescent Descending crescendo Cascading energetic cycles Data still backing up Collapsing, I just hit reset Still moving back in time Such sanguine words Flushed with color Of how with cheeks like fired coals I found my feelings grown And now in ascending order Listing wonders of your garden How in sunlight flowers towered How in darkness you still glow Scattered orbits like electrons The pitter-patter pattern start

I just listen to the wind These old and tired branches Calling through the trees A whispering in my bones I call that quiet cold my home That soft but bitter Winter breeze That silent Earth Lying, still, beneath Peaceful, unperturbed Belly fat and distended Full of tired words Exhaustion as I'm bended Mouth all full of briers Words all caught with barbs Wishing to be lovers Praying despite my tongue Mistakes that drown in tidal pools Washing away with bitter water With revere

My Heart is Always Rushing It would be more painful to forget More empty to regret Already holding them close Held tight like petals pressed Shadows launching lengthwise But wiser men have always said To pick the flowers from the dirt And ne'er e'er rush in But my heart is always rushing The light from your eyes reaches mine Already like gravity I'm fallen A single spark, a tiny light I could be turned by one electron For you I'd settle on a spin Solidified if a bit particula

They used to say if you died out there in the mines they'd keep you alive, hook you up to a machine, make you less than a man... or maybe...

Mouth agape Hungry for Heaven's wrath Headlong with nightmares Overflowing Defiant I contrive these Other worlds to thrive in Dreams left...

Why do we continue fighting? Life seems to want to find a way, to preserve itself, to keep us going even when we feel like giving up. Is...

Fail to Hate Devoured in vines Skies clad in iron Roses like wires Rusted but still bolted down Neglected aches Still stitches for days...

Fever Pitch Fever pitching Voices rising Season for Witching Toiling, boiling, brewing Klaxons blaring, houses burning Stirred up all...

Sometimes in life you have to take a loss. It can be hard when our feelings seem meaningless. We get caught in trains of thought,...

We sometimes get caught in our own web. Afraid to let go of past trauma or present mistakes or the fear of the future being a repetition...

First fool day of April. Admittedly unsure of what to make of this. Written under the influence. No average joes allowed. Broken pieces...

Say less Pursuant Pursuing a sound Windswept Constant Melodies that echo down A sheltered shadowed place Chambers twist like valves A...

There are a lot of different factors that go into determining who we are and how we live our lives. Where we are born, who are parents...

As we grow older memories distort, growing more exaggeratedly vivid in some ways, more dull in others. Music and smell are the two things...

Different people thrive under different conditions. Sometimes we meet someone or spot someone who doesn't seem to belong where they are....