Immigrating the space between the underworld - and the place of the living Swimming in the Lethe Tethered to both boat and shore My muscles ache to do my biding Held back by the currents of invisible chains Ancient, abiding I let my oars soar as the wish of my wings Aching for freedom, hidden … Continue reading Immigrant
Named after the moon, ever changing Layered like an onion, which I hate Afraid of the freest and most beautiful live things to fly the Earth Walking metamorphosis, I am, yet there’s no relief Breaking out of my mind would be suicidal The paths I walk through my brain keep it in place Caressing every … Continue reading Autobiopsy
Why do they make fun of talking about the weather? Talking about the weather is discussing time Only half a summer until I lose you I may get to see you in two or three rains Talking about the weather can be a gap between two unknowns Or it can be the bridge over the … Continue reading Weather
But when the summer starts to bite it’s too late andI know that no amount of begging will bring back theHopeful blossoming coming out of the groundLike little stubs of hope that are too stubborn against the concreteAll things are meant to fall and failTo chaos everything must always returnBut I can’t be blamed for … Continue reading The Bite
There's a steep, roundabout turn right before getting on to the international airport freeway at home
You sound like the softest velvet plum Vinegary As in I crave the tanginess between my lips. If people have a taste you’re red wine Crisp and all-encompassing Paired well with my all my sides.
While my heart isn't the playground where you used to tease and be mean to the girl you liked, let me borrow it as a metaphor. My heart is the chains connecting the swings to the wooden posts; it is the wooden posts themselves, proudly standing like flagpoles and as firm as life itself, taking … Continue reading To all the boys who have made me feel stupid before
I screamed "danger, danger", though no one could hear me No one would hear me Because the truths we don't want to hear are just foreign words.
For someone who loves words, and loves telling stories There are very few secrets I want to keep Only a few moments I'd like to keep to myself Not that many memories I put in the little music box. For some things when shared are ruined They wilt when they are exposed to the surface … Continue reading Why must you speak in riddles
Trust defies the laws of physics -