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love must be such a strange thing

Believe that I’m in heaven
And that you’ll go there as well
When our bodies touch the earth again
When the people cry
‘Cause they’ll believe that we have left
Oh, our souls will touch the sky again
And they will glow, they will glow
‘Cause they’ll be home…

~*~

and darling, i love

your bruised wings and celestial voice

stirring up the empty wind

with soft static noise

.

and darling, i love

your fading chocolate eyes

melting into sun’s golden horizons

in stars of sugar and spice

.

and darling, i love

your imperfect revelations

more immaculate than a stippled saint’s

breathtaking at every revolution

.

and darling, i love

your sentimental mind’s muse

gossamer creeds and caustic exhilaration

that i wouldn’t ever dare to refuse

.

and darling, i love

your unique ability to make me feel

beating my solipsistic heart back

into a lukewarm pulse tangible and real

.

and darling, i love

the clemency of your pensive soul

and how it never even hurts me

when into its beckoning embrace i fall

.

and darling, i love

even though it’s a steadfast ache

until the night my eidetic serenity withers

i’ll dream of you when i’m awake

.

and darling, i love

you.

~*~

If I can’t have you
That’s okay with me
Just as long as I know
That you’re living free…

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letters to s.d.: fragment #7 {heights}

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.

please don’t…

i can’t bear the thought

of this pen moving

and throwing up useless

bullshit yet again…

why do i try? why do i try?

i want to reach for you.

you’re only five feet six inches

short, but when i stand on

your shoulders, i see the whole

universe tearing itself up

apart in neon explosions and

consternated constellations,

and i’m the maestro conductor,

tapping away and waving

the concatenations, every beat

of discord, and the astral

symphony of an entropy.

save me with your caramel arms

don’t let me get sucked in

by the impending black hole

that nullifies every cell, every

song, every damn belief

in my body and system, until

i am reduced to cosmic echoes

of a voided wavelength,

fraudulent e.m.p.t.i.n.e.s.s.

and somehow i would rather

let this planet eat me away.

but don’t let my god go

away for me, love every comet

and asteroid as if it were

my heartbeat and soul,

manipulate the disaster of

my negative existence,

and kiss me goodnight on

this somnolent moontide.

i stopped these knives for you

i’ll make you proud again.

this time, i won’t let the demons

steal my comets and win.

my dearest s.d., you were

always a giant standing among

toy soldiers, so commandeer

the garrison of the angels straight

to heal my stretched humanity

and make my universe spin

once again. i’ll wish for your

comforting star each lonely night,

s.d., so please watch over me

and hope i don’t fall away this time.

love, wishes, and goodbye; signed,

your bleeding little blue moon.

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