Share with me the parts of you hide
Only mysteries look beautiful to me
No light shines on these pieces
Untouched, unclaimed, full of shame
Within there is unabated greatness
To me you are built on a bed adoration
My love, my life, I will clean your hands
Try not to soil my face with your lies
Don’t try to grab the ground again
I don’t have the strength to help you up
One day I will fall with you
And we will become lost
Two souls sinking into hell.
Tasting the edges of paper clippings
To seal myself in small snippets
For you to find gradually
Teaching you a little
About myself
I love smelling food
Before I indulge savagely
When I like what it seems to be
I soak it all in, making it a part of me.
You are red and I am yellow
Different colours on the same spectrum
We were meant to come together
Born from passions, an orange
As round as sweet as obvious as
Anything we could have made
Between us, destroyers and creators
Vices and virtues aside we had power
Beyond our own bodies or minds.
Why can’t I be pretty?
And illuminate you with warmth like the sun?
Or lick your skin like the waves of the ocean?
Or brush your hair with the slightest touch like the wind?
And be your support like the ground beneath you?
I want to be the essence of your nature, by nature, and as nature.
My life, you are my own fire, air, water, and my land,
My heart, my lungs, my brain, and my skin;
The vessels within which I subject myself to temporariness
And wait for your elements to smother me.
You are both beauty and ugliness
Creating both mountains and earthquakes
Both quickly and slowly
You make and you take
You taught me how to love and hate
But most of all
You taught me how to
Be neither here nor there
Both accept and reject
Neither kiss nor punch
Both judge and be judged
How to be nature.
I was born in nature
And I am a part of nature
And with you, I die in nature.
Tanks roll on the minds of young
Able children and push down to crush
Tiny skulls with tiny seeds of ideas
Which will never grow to be flowers
Standing tall above the selfish weeds
Colours reflected in the sunlight
That kisses each petal good morning
But it is forever dark under the metal
Of your mind, an evil idea because
You have colours too which can shine
You’re red and I’m yellow but why
Are you blind to the possibility of an
Orange; music made by you and I
Although we are so different
We are both colours and we were
Only meant to live in harmony.
Soliloquies and setting suns
Severe stares surrounding sound
Saving someone from suspense
Madness mates with music
Making muppets from man
Murdering motivations for magic
Keep klose all you kan
Know kandy kan’t kontain
Krumpled knowledge for the kareless
Get going, you good girl
Grabbing God to the ground
Great greed, grave gallows
I don’t want to buy a vowel
I don’t want any of your letters
You just want it in the purest
And I just want you in the purest
Tick tock, tick tick
Time melts between limbs
Grabbing intangible things
Snake is a tongue
Tock tick, tock tock
Dry rain and cool deserts
Gray reality reasserts
Tongue is a snake
The early sunset
Stumbling in these shadows
Blending in with dirt.
Letters I can taste
Bitter words escape your mind
Travel to your fist.
Ignorant are they that spit words about the sun when they have never felt warmth.
Low are they that speak in flowers and see in daggers.
Sad are they that do not realize the value of a minute.
Lonely are they who live in isolation and lock their doors.
Pathetic are they who live inside holes yet speak of great mountains.
Temporary are they, permanently.
Dear ______, 