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I've left traces of myself all over your skin, as if I had engraved my essence throughout your body, but to be too careful was to leave little impact. it's why when I leave myself behind, for some I choose a pen and others I make sure to rise in the middle of the night with a knife in hand as to say "I love you enough to allow for scars of me to form, to leave my memory behind is to also capture it on the physical being". let me love you like I've loved no other. my arms are open and they are bleeding for you just as yours have bled for me.
"face of the sky"
may 28th, 2024
i am the very face of the sky,
stars and moon,
i am the face of god
and my soul contorts
uncomfortably
with the poniard
gutting my being
as i try to make sense
of it all
"silence of spring"
march 31st, 2025
in what form does the
ache of the past come in
for you?
is it the fireflies,
the clouds,
quietness of spring,
or perhaps the way the
trees sing and life
continues regardless
if you're there or not?
where does it ache,
in your head, or chest,
or maybe your stomach or
hands, where you once
touched something that
no longer exists?
do you also want to
dip yourself in a
shell of the sound
that spring peepers
echo off the flowers?
do you also think if
it'll ever come back
to you again? or maybe
this time around,
it'll come for you?
could you withstand it?
"dissolving rays"
april 13th, 2025
i wish to dissolve
into the sun rays
and over the horizon
where the road lays
upon me, endless miles
of nothing and nobody
except for me and my ways
and the way that the moon
penetrates my soul
i'd travel far, more than any man
and my consciousness is silent tonight
where everything is silent tonight
where even god stands still
"points in time"
july 4th, 2025
the past;
it screams, it laughs,
cries and dances
and hearts break
in simple glances
through glasses and panes
and, looking back now,
nothing remains,
no one stands above
or below anyone
or anything,
just the empty road
with nothing to lose
nor anything to gain
with its sweet empty
promises
shallow and delicate
full of everything
and nothing
as i spectate
and break
at its sights
that i cant
quite touch
at this point
in time
"i feel like more"
july 12th, 2025
i want to sink my teeth into something more
than just this life, this reality,
this body and these feelings that
rot my mind
i want to feel like more
and be more than what i am
and hit the road
and exist between
life and death
"golden handed"
july 22nd, 2025
sweet iron
blood flowing out
from my flesh,
inflicted against
my own being
forced from the hands
wrapped entirely in silk
tears like morningdew
drape around my body;
"under your care"
september 7th, 2025
i want to be locked in your gaze
forever and forever and
blooming under my finger tips
graciously in the sunbeams
through the thickets
through my soul;
"chaptered"
november 16th, 2025
slithering in-between
the fabrics of reality
and conscious thoughts
of others
rapidly and somehow
somewhat less endearingly
than in previous past
chapters and endeavours
"sunbeam"
january 21st, 2026
sunshine beaming across your face
through your eyes, colors changing
hues shifting from variants that
remind me of the ocean and sky
soft skin brushed up against
each other in a quiet
shared solitude
my mornings remain incomplete
without your touch,
the inhale and exhale of your breath
getting caught in my field of hearing,
in my soul, even
spring dew like sweet glass
and sweet nostalgia
on my feet
walking up to you
such a shimmer, it is
sparkles in depth
with time
i come to terms with you
(i love you)
"depression"
february 23rd, 2026
deep shades of blue,
true to you
to the grace and
to the fall
through it all
i collapse and return
the waves and
foam, entombed
in a personal hell
i'll never escape
from
"consume the angel"
june 12th, 2024
i wish to be gutted clean,
completely empty me of
my vitals and organs
and everything that
ever stained me
wring me out with your
bare hands, wring me out
completely dry
and lay me on the table
limp but free
a rotting little thing
to sit beside when
you're alone and there's
nothing left to console you
and when my flesh has gone,
when my blood has evaporated,
dont ever question the color
of my bones as i dont know why
they cannot remain a pearly white
but you know i invented bleach for
this very reason
purity - something to never describe my being
what a foul existence i am to ever walk
us all
that is the reason i was killed and
the reason why so many wanted to save me
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