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The Girl Who Dreams of Sun

She’s the smoke
She’s dancin’ fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end
Of my tragic cigarette
She’s steam
Laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze

~*~

I lost the light

Under my pillow

Where I hide candy

And all my sorrows

I believed that wishes

Will find their way home

Despite the planets

And these broken bones

Just kiss my reveries

Paint me another song

And if field flowers bend

I shall dance along

My peach butterfly skirt

Waves for the wind

Calm necklace of carnation

Grazes my tender skin

So fly with me, my angel

Don’t wake me now

I’m talking in my sleep

Silk curtains flutter as I bow

Innocence and foxes

Waltzing under a moon

Where shadows don’t exist

And stars nurture noon

The dreams I stole for you

In nights of silver sky

Infinity takes slow breaths

And we shall never die

I lost my light again

Under my soft pillow

But I’m too tired from dreaming

I’ll look for it tomorrow.

~*~

And oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something
I don’t know…

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Missing Maidens

As the maidens flourish and falter

Under soft halos of an ashen moon

Scarlet begonias forget their heart

The daze of the mist in foggy gloom

Lost memories flicker away and fade

While fireworks of blue stars shower

A ritual of evanescent, in acrylic grey

And the maidens effloresce and falter.

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Lonely Light

As lonely as the falling stars

That I fail to catch each night

The moon hangs by a thread

I’ll steal its pale spectral light

As lonely as a midnight clear

I embrace as I repose in peace

The silence ensconces me near

In the reveries I dream to please.

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Will You Sleep Tonight?

(I.) Head in the Clouds

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Cloud-stained blankets

A late-night house call

I’ll dream for you again

Dear, if I wake up at all

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Nightmares dripping away

Under the bed, I will sweep

Dust and decayed reminisce

That was sealed under keep

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I adore you quite senselessly

Every vein in my body fights

Am I just a distant memory

Or will you sleep tonight?

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(II.) Eyes the Size of the Moon

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You’re perfect like an asylum

Colourful ultraviolet madness

Nick in your smile, silver ring

Oh you’re an immaculate mess

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With perfection of impossibility

You defy definition and gravity

A voice like coffee and caramel

Halo heaven holds my lost angel

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I keep candy floss under my pillow

Like a firefly our fading bones ignite

(Sleep) Am I just a distant memory

(No more) Or will you sleep tonight?

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(III.) Hearts Swinging on Empty Stars

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Witness the death of a floral lust

Glittering teeth, arrogant sun rust

You withheld cold phantom glow

Swallowing crystal, raining snow

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Hispanic hearts and a charm of gold

The stars are falling, so we were told

But don’t believe in truths and reality

Sleep me away, come repose with me

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Darling, break every fracture in my body

And I’ll reach and turn off the moonlight

(Sleep) Am I just another distant memory

(No more) Or will you finally sleep tonight?

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Pretty Girls Don’t Deserve Movie Seats

Tell me what you want until it hurts, I’ll hang myself in lights
And I will glow for you, the colour, oh my god it says you
Spinning on this circus ride, we’re farther than we’ve ever been
Stuck in zero gravity we laugh (I think we’re in over our heads…)

~*~

That rasp in your sweet nothings

Tastes like a glitch in the system

Harmed soul so genuinely poetic

I’m catching your heat by a stem

Palm trees and fireworks colours

No alcohol takes away the effects

Of your fingertips, in dreams sour

I can’t sleep to conjure pink death

Cigarette burns on my wrist sting

The dark sunset behind is glaring

Silver rings intertwined your skin

Your confession was not for a sin

I wish I had someone else willing

To disappear with me, I escaping

In pencil lead grey, floral emotion

Victorian ceilings, high as passion

Pray for pain until it starts to hurt

So fall for me, as I’ll crash for you

Local scenes with a reckless spurt

Southern boys paint their sky blue

Against the monochrome filmstrips

Of a grainy romance noir yacht trip

Plastic props and makeup mayhem

Directing takes in a chaotic tandem

I swear both my martyrs eyes’ll haze

Carry me home to a castle lush gazed

You promised me turbulence or spite

It’s a blessing and a curse, can’t deny

You recognise every smile of the sun

Interplay with constellations on a kite

I’ll be the indigo dawn, spilled as I run

Resolutions on a backseat reel tonight

And under the shadow we will whisper

Exchanged melting hearts soft as butter

Whiskey and sobered, on velvet theatre

As exit signs glowed red like a hangover

Tomorrow, I’ll be too wasted with lights

But oh no, I just don’t care about heaven

And if I have the chance to hang myself

On the moon, for you love I’ll do it again.

~*~

I can’t deny it’s getting worse
Trust me, it’s a blessing and a curse
Call me if you’re crashing, we’ll take turns
Hello, welcome to Southern California
Now go back home!

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Mis[s]ery

I miss you

Like hell misses a colder rain

I miss you

Like a masochist craves pain

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I miss you

Like a lost star on night skies

I miss you

Like a lover misses all the lies

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I miss you

Like Noah misses tantrum flood

I miss you

Like a psychopath desires blood

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I miss you

Like fallen angels miss their wings

I miss you

Like a slob misses the little things

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I miss you

Like a miser misses all his money

I miss you

Like a butterfly thirsting for honey

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I miss you

Like a junkie addicted to his drugs

I miss you

Like an alcoholic without her mug

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I miss you

Like the sunset misses the moon

I miss you

Like a trailing song faded too soon

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I miss you

Like I don’t miss my heart everyday

I miss you

And perhaps it’s better off this way.

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Lost in Twilight

I’ll find repose in new ways
Though I haven’t slept in two days
‘Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I’ll sit on the front porch all night…

~*~

The horizon is on fire, and the sky is a silver ocean

Rippling in flames, liquid sluice in delicate motions

That sun is a pyre requiem, extinguishing the moon

Mine sweetheart dawn might blink back quite soon

The stars are singing, they’ll spare you a goodnight

Pray for umbra lullabies’ charm to return their lights

The horizon dwindling down, the pacific sky recedes

Colliding with chromatic, every colour you’ll perceive.

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nothing to do and scream at the drunken moon

you can

light up

the stars

with your

calming

and warm

calliope

voice,

but your

throat, it

got tired

and you

ran out of

songs to

serenade

us with…

and now

the moon

weeps as

i repose

fitfully

under a

lightless

night sky.

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cold empty mattresses and falling stars

gilded honey

cascading

over sulphur

hearts and

severed hands;

sweet like

almond milk

yet rancidly

sour like

painful lust

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i hope i don’t

scare you off

with my talk

of dislodged

clean limbs

that i plucked

within the

undergrowth

of my ribs,

tonight, i run

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i love the

thought of

your germane

affliction,

the shade in

your eyes

speaks like dust

through wind

and i chase

for the ocean…

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and if i don’t

make it home

before the

horizon screams,

kiss me and

hope that

you won’t be

embarrassed

by the attention

of the moon.

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Cosmic Band-Aids

The coalescing Seattle twilight was an interplaying illusion of dusk and haze, warm colours replacing the pastel skylines, only to be painted over by the deep indigo eventide. The local rustic town café was already closing up, and they barely had time to finish the last bites of their chocolate bonbons and sip the remaining drops of their hazelnut vanilla frappé, before the intermittent barista ushered them out—quite literally, with a tremulous hand and an apologetic jilted demeanour. Now they stood outside the establishment in introspective reverie, dimmed bronze sodium streetlight the only solitary light source that resiliently pierced through the caliginous melancholy.

She was a blushing rose, liquid and pale, every infinitesimal detail somehow magnified to be remarkably interesting. Fragrance of baby’s breath and frankincense, posture of a regal and sophisticated monarch, delicate face as that of an angel’s glimpse of paradise, personality of an intricate vintage lock and a million exploding suns. Her companion, admittedly, was a person of less enigma, yet was still a character of significance, an oakwood branch, roughly-hewn and intense, simple yet charismatic. That svelte and cheeky-looking fellow had untidy coffee-tint hair, a discursive ironic smirk, an insouciant slouch, and a steely glint that, more often than not, signalled trouble.

As the fog and the regent shadows further intensified, the pauses and discomfited silence between them further attenuated. Moments passed. Her candyfloss-pink sundress fluttered like a jaded butterfly as she tucked a frayed bookmark behind her seashell ear, and her taciturn companion watched her intently, like an engrossed pawnbroker. Without permission, he began to remove his worn tan overcoat and gingerly placed the article over her cool shoulders, still warm and cosy by his own body heat. Flustered by the uncalled attention, she turned away to brush a stray raven hair back into her gossamer tufted bun, and lost grip of her book of poems, fragile pages yellowed and dogeared with age. Sylvia Plath’s ancient anthology dropped with a soft thump right side up, opening uncannily on the centre page containing Mad Girl’s Love Song, and both bent down and fumbled clumsily to pick it up in haste.

Fingers tangled. Glances exchanged. Blue eyes collided with green. Hands clenched. Throats choked. Hearts skipped. Breaths hitched. Souls shattered. Their blueberry-strawberry swirl ice cream melted absently like calligraphy on the pavement. The book now lay abandoned and forgotten, its unspoken poetry dancing alongside the breeze. No words were whispered. None were necessary. Overhead, the last of the brimstone shades faded away, and incandescent stars splashed the darkness of the falling sky. Below, firework eyes showered sparks, and skins intertwined. Witnessing it all, hiding behind the wisps of pewter clouds and overlooking the nocturnal planet, the glowing moon quaintly smiled.

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