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magmawe would sit and discuss
the way crystals would form
when magma cooled,
(ignoring the irony
of drinking water all the while).
and in that time, i realized
that if i were magma,
i wouldn't want to harden into stone,
no matter how beautiful.
i am magma
and magma, however crude,
and i never wanted
to be set in stone,
let alone become it.
what your shaking fingers asked me to do,
the clattering of your bones,
and the ash that is your flesh,
saying everything that needed to be said.
to this day
i can still hear the way the glass shattered
and broke into shards
that we never thought would cut our skin-
we were wrong.
they say glass cools so quickly from lava
that it doesn't have time
to form crystals
into a set, steady pattern,
and maybe that's what happened
to me and you.
and that's when our halos turned black.there must be some way out.
who've forgotten how to fly
weren't we all angels at some point,
in some other life?
we just came
to an irrational solution:
there's so much
to run away from.
but we never thought this through,
and now we don't know what to do.
we've been trapped again,
by the flaws in our own heads-
what made us wish
for a freedom such as this?
now, in the cold dark corner,
we've been stripped of every armor
that we owned,
and when the silences get deafening,
they'll begin our sentencing
(as if we're not already there).
introductioni stared for what seemed like hours
(though i knew it was wishful thinking,
imagining such time passing away so easily,
much more so than the grains of sand
falling in an hourglass).
"no need for introductions,"
i heard you whisper,
and i'm still convinced it was you
despite the volume of the wind.
i didn't know who i was, really;
you didn't know you, either,
but that's not why we didn't exchange greetings.
we never introduced ourselves
because we were busy with something more,
something still ongoing,
something i can no longer do for you.
i introduced you to yourself,
but you never got to know each other;
i still don't understand how, even in death,
you continue to force me and myself
to become grievously acquainted.
FadeBy the wind, I am sworn
to a life ensnared
in a meticulous storm.
The raindrops ask me
if I'm alright with the blood and tears
and utter grayness of it all,
and before the 'yes' can escape me,
The clouds wonder why I'm so content
to be swept away in blackness;
somehow the thunder always cuts me off,
just a little too loud
for my voice to overcome.
The lightning overwhelms me
in every cruel burst.
It's quick and light
as broken glass,
but heavy enough
and burn me.
I'm happy with this dream of dreams,
ever content with oblivion
and the sound of everything
blending into one bittersweet note.
All I ever want to see
is the swirling of the clouds,
more vibrant than any rainbow.
a rainbow is always inevitable.
I'll embrace this coldness while I can,
let it engulf me
like the pressing of a thousand blades
into my skin.
Never mind if I'm okay;
just let me taste the ozone rain
burn against my tongue again
and I'll be as close as I can be
stumbling into my little infinityi'll never be a singularity.
the words i say may be unique
and special of themselves,
they're still just the same 26 letters
as everything else in this world.
i want to be more
than stardust and atoms,
better than the next sorry soul
waiting in line for a purpose
that may not even show.
i want to be more
than 01101101 01100101,
like the chorus of a song
that's been loved too much.
i don't want a one track mind,
i want to be one of my own kind.
if i indemnify myself from
these scattered atoms
and sepia sands,
if i cut this silver noose
that's been sitting so
comfortably around my neck,
i don't know if i'll be one step
closer or three miles
(but i guess those two are basically
the same, aren't they?)
i don't know
where i'm going.
i don't know whether i'm walking
or running away
or crawling on my knees
to a place devoid of matter
or all of the above,
but i'm too afraid
do you think the void would mind
if i compared m
lightshe wraps her arms around his neck
and smiles as he calls her his light,
but what they don't realize
is that light
is what glints off their silvery nooses,
light is what illuminates
the horrors in the darkness-
and that with every light
there is shadow.
IkuzoI remember the way
we would snatch at each other's drawings
or threaten to throw them into the wind
(and oftentimes, we really did it).
We would play truth or dare
(which was more like crime interrogation
or public humiliation)
to pass the time away.
We would dare each other
to talk in accents,
or scream profanities
and random phrases across the room,
or start conversations
with people we knew
the other secretly liked.
would either last for a day
with badly-hidden smiles
or for several minutes
before we gave in and spoke-
there was never any in-between.
We weren't allowed
to have our phones out
or eat during class,
but we still ate Jolly Ranchers
and (somehow) found wi-fi,
and read fan fiction
in comfortable silences,
punctuated by laughs.
There was one song that I can recall,
while we drank coffee and juice
and ate pastries in the cafeteria,
close to the end of our time,
and just because I don't know
what the words mean,
doesn't mean I can't sing along.
I yell in a l
rivalry with timei drift,
expecting the constellations to catch me,
but the stars won't let me stay still;
there isn't much in this world that will.
i need to hang onto what i've got,
but i lost it all in a war ill-fought.
without my words to latch onto,
without the melody
of a spring long past-
but how long
did i really expect it to last?
nothing lives forever.
written in the now-flawed stars
up in the sky,
where nothing and everything
seems to die,
is the story of my pitifully fought
rivalry with time.
Broken PromiseI made a promise
To someone I love
I promissed to end
This cycle of self destruction
But promises are made of glass
Easy to break
It never stopped
I'm still dying
Bit by bit
And the shards
Of that broken promise
Are carved on that mess
That used to be my heart
I (don't) want to be aloneI want to be alone
So no one can hear me screaming
So I can bleed out my pain
So I don't have to hide the problems
And the wounds
I want to stay here alone
Fighting my inner demons
With no help
Nobody to feel my pain
Nobody to fight for me
I want you to leave me alone
So you won't get caugh
In my spiral of darkness
And self destruction
Please (don't) leave me alone...
Where are you?Joy
Where are you all
When I need you the most?
When I'm hurting myself
To evade numbness?
When I feel so lonely
I wish I had voices in my head?
When I cry myself to sleep
Trying to forget the past?
When I feel so helpless
That I wish I was dead?
My hopes are still alive
Where are you?
Please come and help me
Before it's too late
I am aloneMy feelings I threw into a box, too big for me.
So I created a mask, made of all the tears I've shed.
I know I know how cliche that sounds.
You asked, you asked “Are you ok?”
But you didn't want an answer.
Instead you wanted to be smiled at, and say in a plastic voice “I’m fine, you?”
Because you wanted to talk about yourself.
The feelings you had were apparently superior to mine.
Apparently I am just here as a blank slot.
To be played and then left because I ‘gave nothing’.
The time limit for you to care lasts a minute, and then you’re off.
“This ‘you’ isn't the person that we want to deal with.”
“Be happy, or we’ll stop being around you.”
“I've always been there for you!”
“Stop being so depressing.”
Safety Instructions“Warning, weak and fragile!”
you labelled me,
because I broke.
“Replace when damaged!”
is your brand of trouble shooting.
You never read half the manual
before (ab)using the product,
otherwise you couldn't have missed this:
Important Safety Instructions
Note: Every human is breakable
without proper care and maintenance.
Caution: Too much pressure can cause mental injury.
Caution: Abrasive words might damage god's product.
Warning! Failure to talk things through can cause electric shock to the heart.
Warning! Persistent ignorance kills!
You didn't even read the signs written all over my face:
Caution, valuable, handle with care!
afterlifeThere is a moment of paralysis,
An unnatural stillness
Before the body releases the soul.
An ending that starts a beginning,
Birthed and reborn in the heart's dormant beat.
Floating away in that last rush of breath.
Everything you knew of ground or sky
Matters not in the kingdom of life everlasting.
Where we soar through rock with wings unseen.
God’s hands or just a merciful tempest,
Guides us, carries us everywhere all at once.
A sweet tempered surrender to our afterlife.
to a mighty redwood.the trees are confused—
it's mostly hot, yet mid-october
hangs in the air like leaves clinging
for dear life to skinny branches, and i
don't know whether to wear
my black jacket, the
shadowy extension of myself,
on most days. i remember
her last embrace, the limbs of
a willow draped around my shoulders
in a pansophical silence as
the temperature suddenly drops—
every oak in town cries when
she sheds her colors too early
PlunderedNailing shattered umbrae
to the bodice
of a ghost ship,
I am finding too-little
(and still, somehow,
far too much)
of an unremembered
turn to cannonballs
and I'm yet to discover their purpose:
will they anchor
or destroy me?
rainthe rain falls
like the pressing
of keys on a piano,
but the song each drop forms
is less than melodic.
you don't care
whether it falls upon my ears or not.
you don't even care
that it's drowning me,
and that even if you can't,
i recognize its tune.
it isn't one of those cliche,
with every missed beat
and flat note));
i just don't think
you deserve to understand it.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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