drowning-poppies

and the sweetest things hurt most in the end your tresses are no longer sunshine they have silvered to be the mistress moon's sister and your crow-feet creases have stopped their upwards dance crouching low and hanging, defining melancholy moods and you with doe-eyes that sh(i/o)ne with years of memories and mistakes and more and you who has become your own creature; creation you don't know all your secrets yet and you are content to remain that way ignorant: unknowing and you with the mobius-strip songbird sliding up and around your chords, major flying your music with kite tails streaming but wings remain grounded, tied and tangled wit

i wish for you to see in colours that you're incapable of imagining in sunglow-through-leaves that have left skin yearning for shadow-play touch and cool-light dancing on sand far beneath the gentle wake that mimics the cloud-dance of breezy days i long for you to listen to the songs of different life-walks, of homes and of forests, bird-speak and tree-whispers that morph into cracking declarations, to hissing breakers that spit foam upon the beach and city-life lights that morse-code flicker secret symphonies i hope that you find yourself in calloused hands and between somber heartbeats, pushing airflow through battered lungs, dry-eyed

his footprints mar your insides trampled across and through heartstrings tearing their way through impressions and popup pictures of his time with(in) you taking up residence in filthy bitter memories and tattered /self/ perceptions you are siren besieged by pirate voice-box sent silent with yearning and swallowed tongue suffocating shipwrecked you were never meant to walk this land that left you bloodied yet you welcome the wreckage he alone can cage you

sunglow dripping down exposed collarbone & bare shouldered acceptance of passing time in patient wait without any lament thriving on lone lips i am no longer begging for companionship but instead breathing calm and easy floating on languid waters that carry my resting frame this feeling is unknown foreign but exalts in fearless rhythm steadily delicate tiptoeing in slumbering war zones and dragons dens the world is on the doorstep but remains outside looking in on this peaceful bliss waiting for a moment to mar its childlike existence and set reality skewed and forefront soaring yet until then i am reborn

i see you in clouds rising from the sewer grates twisted and thrown by flashing fast cars body wrenched about no firm hold no held form no you insubstantial as wind that is never enough to bulge sails outward cursed for your inability to help others help me help you are no wildflower hardy in sidewalk cracks but delicate orchid skin trembling torn broken with cold airs caress and rains gentle kiss leaving you gasping for CO2 you your collapsed lungs are no match for this atmosphere and i can no longer breathe for you when i can't see any luminescence inside your eyes, when i was here but not you gone

she was gazing out over the lake when she told you she was going home and you assumed she meant her bed that was just around the corner but for a moment the moon no longer seemed welcoming and a chill rattled through your bones she must have known your thoughts as her head shook and lungs allowed air to escape their grasp her eyes never once leaving the reflections on the water as they flashed up through her retina tossing her hands starward again you feel your chest drop you were watching when her body pitched forward barely splashing down as the newborn ripples calmed and you wondered why you had been chosen salted tracks tracing their w

don't be afraid it's daunting, confusing, terrifying maybe but there's always people waiting to push you (mostly) in the right direction and push yourself push hard when it's easy and push even more when it's hard even when you've gone past all limits and are a broken bruised battered mess keep pushing to be better than possible and when you reach that point, keep climbing care deeply don't let fear of the unknowns hold back you/r potential and possibility strive forward unwary of pain, it happens and when it does turn not to bitterness but learn from the mistakes and when the time again arrives you will go further and fall farther and tha

spring melt runs through bone forcing frigid trembles to shake fragile figures cracked and blackened marrow and you are no longer sun rays but freezing winds accompanied by judgmental moonlight masquerading as guiding bright nights yet the barren white will clear your mind as it turns your skin ashen pale throwing shadows on sunken cheeks and sobbing sober eyes until tears fade from the tracks that ran towards your lips across the same path gentle fingers had carefully drawn and branches scrape across window frames as you become a survivor and as you hide in darkened rooms and under your bed shoved behind the boxes you keep of bitter thoug

sometimes you will drown just deep enough to see the light dancing across skin and the surface waves unaware of the despair they are bringing as you breathe air that is saturated in salt and seventy-five percent of your being the lights won't stop rippling across choking lungs and you will struggle in maritime silence distant beating of wake starting to match your heart as you sink stranded to the sanded floor shells digging into palms, sand trapped between curled toes your eyes burning from stinging salt and denial of oxygen yet you aren't sure which is worse and drifting minute fractions from the ocean's bed you work your way further in