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mortal body, timeless souls
Summer ripens in May;
We are denuded by heat while
Our feelings are efflorescent.
All unfurls until we touch
At the core, golden and powdery
(A tingling saccharine tang
Slips down my airways and
Pours into my lungs--
The heart softens, embalmed
With an essence of youth).
We spend noontime and nights
In studious spirits,
Taught by nothing more than the
Rough-hewn instincts carved into our
Firework cells and tidal pulse
By generations immemorial.
You take my hand and guide me
Past forbidden gateways and winding labyrinths;
A flash of unbridled hunger in your eyes
But I am not afraid
(If you'll be my king I'll be your lionheart).
We are both virgin lands and
Conquistadors.
Running down rolling hills into
Expansive canyons, ridges dipping
To open plains
(Laughing in our newfound liberation,
Corners of mouths curve knowing
This is where we belong).
The map of you singed into memory,
I tread lightly but curiously,
Bent on exploring every inch on offer.
Be patient with me, love;
I may
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Antecedent
I never realized the
Sheer weight
Of this body armor when it has
Morphed into a second skin, a burden
Never spared a second thought.
Razor edges, cold metallic light
Glinting haughtily, stinging enough to cut -
Chain mail eating into my sides,
Barbed wire dug their heels in
And I awake to blink against a chrysalis of
Ballistic glass.
When did this shyness harden?
(Life softly breaks us in like
What they do to wild horses)
Years spent clawing moats into the ground,
Shutting the drawbridge and
Raising the battlements.
Content I sit in an empty throne room,
Bloodied fingers and aching bones
Gloating at my success:
Nothing can get in.
(He certainly left his mark
No matter how I scathed myself
With boiling water or turned to face
The ravenous flashbacks
At the back of my mind.
A bruised face and scratched gums
Soaked leather shoes
Acridity lodged in my throat
Was where
A dented ego
Dreams of endless running, flashing shadows
Distrust of men and my own home
Was how.)
(That day
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99942 Apophis
Take my hand and look -
All the coincidences
That brought us here:
4.6 billion years ago
A star burst gasping into life;
Fire and ice falling into themselves
And the sky rained stones to
Bring oceans foaming into existence -
In the roiling grey a spark grew,
It unfurled at the speed of light and
Burst out of its watery seams.
Lands awash with moss and fern.
Thousands of orbits worth of
Birthrights and bloodlines
Led me here to you:
Brown irises striking starquakes in me,
Solar storms resounding in my skull,
Hypernovas setting off gamma-ray fireworks
In the space between these 24 ribs.
Our gravitational fields interlock
Like fingers,
Our magnetic lines move softly
As though tracing contours.
The barycenter of our emotions
Lies here where 2 hearts
Beat side by side.
Breathing you in,
I thank all my reincarnations for
Their kindness that earned me
The privilege for us to intersect
In this frame of space-time
(An endless sea of lotus
Drifting gently among stars,
Rippling over the soundless
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10-4-18
Light takes up the space
Where your shadow should have been.
For the first time I realize
How silent cicadas are and the
Gaping brightness of an early summers day
(They were too late to send you off
That evening, when the last rays dimmed
And retreated out of the alley, leaving
You alone. What was it like to blink up
At wind-shredded clouds for the last time?
How did it feel to have
Nothing but air under your feet?)
That final step which erased you from this world.
Blunt force trauma
And the curtain falls over your broken form,
Limp and distorted, as though being emptied
Of its soul made it collapse under its own weight.
Pooling, trickling, leaking, seeping
Down and out
And it's no use even if I try to pour it it back
Into you (desperation showing through), fingers
Fumbling, feeling something crack inside
(I'm at the bottom of this slot canyon,
The sky is unfathomably far away and
The flash flood is coming but
There's nothing I can do about it now).
For the first time I realize
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under the weather
Today the sky is made of
Sculpted wax, slick and white
And impatiently frozen -
Awaiting an initiation.
The trees hold their breath
In anticipation, boughs yawning
Towards the thickened atmosphere
(As if to encase it whole to swallow),
Tips of branches quivering with
Longing. It paints them obsidian
Against the clouds, blackened by
Desire.
Even the birds hold their tongue.
Here I am, eyes upturned like
Outstretched hands holding cups,
Begging for the years first rain
To cleanse this dust-clad world
Coated in expired sins.
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Regulus Rising
It feels like seeing
For the very first time,
Windshield wiper cleansing
The obfuscating haze from my eyes.
It is all crystal clear,
The twilight beneath frozen oceans
Unfolding in ice-blue sincerity
(When all is muted under halted
Waves and echoes softly between brinicles,
I come to the quiet stunning epiphany that
I am
In love
With you.)
This truth keeps me up 'til dawn,
Birdsong woven into morning air and
You took up all my headspace like
Displaced water, filled to the brim
(I fill the cup with this trickling spring
Every night and bring it to your lips,
Ask you what I taste like from
The inside out
--
A deconstruction of self:
Take me for all I am, unwinding
Mesh-work and imploding cells,
Drooping clocks and bursting skin
[Do you know how petrified I am;
I shoot myself for cowardice
Smart from hard-learned humility
And the revelation that
I
Can be
Wanted]).
But what do I do with this
Field of wildflowers?
My fingers tremble, stricken by the
Sickening feeling in my gut that
I'd drow
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a sky full of stars
This red thread wound tight
Around my finger, long since have
I stumbled blindly to trace its
Knots and fraying edges, tangled-up
With hands-bound, knees bruised --
Just to find myself back to the start
Blinking into the universe
(Erupting in dark kaleidoscope starbursts)
In the singularity of your gaze.
And in that moment
Everything changed.
Twixt the quiet grains of planck time
Was the loudest silence a heart could
Ever speak. Gravity slipped and space-time
Warped, cracked, s h a t t e r e d in a peal --
Fallingfallingfalling into endless shadows
Just to hurl me tripping into a new world
(Welcome to the parallel timeline
Of your dreams, where the impossible
Is no longer half-concealed by night,
But hangs in the air ripe and burning holes
Into reality's fabric with its truth
Ringing clear as day
[Sirius scorching the sky open,
Moonset, but the path is luminescent]).
And in that moment
Pulses synchronized into twin pulsars
(Pull me into orbit before vertig
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please leave a message
We all die via necrosis.
A deleterious detonation,
A shockwave emanating from
Ground zero (Cardiac monitor -
Monotonic null).

This golden forest rooting deep in a
Corner of my heart - all is silent and still.
The stars frozen in place, memories
Tucked softly among dead seeds.
There you wander, gaze reflecting
A stillborn dawn. Aspen eyes watch
Warily, blinking at the crackle of your steps.
(I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.)
The explosion had caused
Ashen snow and acid rain, stripping
My innards clean (not like it matters, little
Fragments of myself die and are replaced
By the minute. It's a quiet art.)
Love, what a bitter name. A tang of coffee
Locked in my chest, the scent of iron in
The air (after all, blood is thicker than water.)

The mist rises from the black sea, settles like a river
Between streets
And cloaks the valley. The world is scrubbed
Out by white, awaiting something. If I simply stir it,
The turbulence
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Anathema
This is a transduction of
Minute f-fl-flickering electrical storms
Betwixt my temple's synapses to
Soft, subtle sillage of an
After
           thought
Into 1s
and 0s.
My mind is a species of its own,
Gnawing and clawing at the fabric
Of reality,
Neutrinos mistaking themselves for meteor showers
(stellar steam clinging to the ceiling
as though afraid of
Gravity [am I?
were you?])
Phosphophyllite lagoons flaked with shards of sun
Luna maria rippling over dilapidated bombed-out megacities
(noun
a very large city, typically one with a population of over ten million people.)
Whenever I close my eyes I see it--
Concrete crumbling
Pipes leaking
Sidewalks fracturing
Bulbs burning out
Rust dripping
Neon signs sizzling
And they all
fall
down
--
In truth there is nothing poetic about me.
Leaky intravenous fluid and scrambled electrocardiography are
What I bury my eyes in. Passerby pick their way
Through melting pedestrian paths, diffusing
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dilapidated - I
A heart rotting from the inside out;
Bruises and scrapes and incisions -
Maggots gnawing away at me (white speckles
And I can see my white bones), I'm begging
And crying for them to stop even though
I know I'll be cleansed like a soul in
Heaven's fire (slobbering and sobbing like
The pathetic mongrel I am), clutching at fraying
Scraps of me, drifting petals in the wind
And rippling the river.
I sit in a viscous cerise lake, ankle-deep.
The pool keeps encroaching on the starless
Shores, and the night is thick with
The scent of blood. When I close my salt-
Crusted lids I can see the aurora I dream
Of, can taste the boreal winds caressing
My tear-stained cheeks, promising it
Won't be long now.
What have I done?
Did I deserve this?
(But deep inside I know, the voice whispering;
Wraiths from ancient wells rising and
Cloaking me in chilled mossy prophecies)
But nobody can save me now.
I am so so so scared, peering into the dark
Like the answers are folded within creases
Of shadows. Bu
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thalassophile
Silver light upon the sea
Sharp as scales, they slit the
Morning sun open -
Like a yolk it bleeds, ichor
Spilled thoughtlessly;
Smearing the fish belly white
Morning with a splatter of life.
Golden light upon the sea
Warm as palms, they stroke the
Turbulent blue -
Like a cat it purrs, star-chilled waves
Licking shores;
Tabby pelt flecked with shell white
And the gulls sing once more.
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shalom
The sillage of a late June day,
Afloat in the stillness -
A broken grandfather clock with
Echoing chimes still gathering
From the clefts of this house.
This house worn yellow with memories.
We learn to molt out of our old shells,
Learn to forget the disturbances we leave
In the golden motes that were once part of us,
Same as the memories that moulded our bones.
We angled those bright-eyed smiles to
That rainbow-dotted sky together, do you remember?
100+ balloons escaping small fingers, 1
Blinding sun -
1
Moment in time, everlasting.
But even we aren't evergreen, despite
What we try to believe. We learn to
Acquiesce with the gravity, having heads
Pulled out of clouds, still wet and wondering.
We learn that there's nothing sidereal about the space
Encapsulated in a classroom, where I
Can still see scuff marks on the floor
Broken ceilings
Chalked boards
Black shoes worn threadbare
16 degree air with my own shadow
Until you shouted through the window saying
Something I can't remember but
I
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whisper (of the heart)
i)
She does not wear concealer.
Other girls clad in black, faces
Dusted white like porcelain,
Cherry-lip plastered countenances.
She thinks they looked more beautiful
With(in and out); now she cannot see
Them behind their masks, all angled
Towards her, owl-like and silent.
She prefers to keep her dark semi-circles,
Far sides of the moon. War trophies of
Witching hours where she did not cave in to
The back-breaking calls of sons of wolves, summoning
Her to come home, lifting off from
The 17th floor.
She does not know how to smile
(For the lightning-flash, almost a
Galaxy-worth of stars falling before
Her foggy-pane eyes, too dazzling and
She forgets how to breathe, too).
ii)
She hates her own dog-breath and
How she regurgitates fresh-killed prose,
A limp hare on the dew-laden grass,
Blood staining the soil black.
She picks apart her spilled guts,
Unimpressed by their bland pink,
The very color she detests.
She hates the too-loud sound of her
Paws slapping wet cement, she wants
That feli
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Saudade
Even the anonymous, the faceless
Sketched on the corners of your
Story have families, have people
Who love them. They might not have
Your well-outlined laugh or
Eyes that hold flecks of stars or
Murmuring words bubbled out between breaths,
But they have people
Who love them. People who'd hold
Funerals for them and weep
(Flora blossoming in their empty chests,
Yellow chrysanthemums for sorrow
Red poppies for peaceful slumber
White roses for remembrance
Marigolds to light their way home)
Why did you believe no one loved you
Enough to miss you?
But when you spin around and flash
That saccharine smile, my gaze does not
Meet yours across the flurry of sakura
Petal showers, I cannot see you and the
Air is sickly sweet, and I am gagging,
Dry-heaving half-drafted apologies and
I'm so sorry I could not remember
The flower we saw that day.
Tell me again?
Even if I'm just another passerby
In your plotline, dear protagonist,
Yours sincerely.
I'm so sorry I could not remember
The details of your co
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a valentine's poem
Love and I are strangers.
Storge, Philia, Eros and Agape -
Sisters of the same name;
I've shaken hands with them and
Smiled, saying let's meet again
When I don't mean it at all.
I don't.
I
Will dedicate this one to you instead.
Someone I (maybe) loved until you
Looked me in the soul and I remembered
We're strangers too.
I
Am one day late, but you won't mind,
Will you? Since there's been 300+
In between and you're accelerating away,
And I know you won't come swinging back
Like Pluto will, even if it takes 200+
Years.
Youerror
Asked me to write you a poem and
I keep on error pouring 0s & 1s onto
Paper after the deadline, atomic error clock
Heartbeat -errorerror - - -404 - -
What_is_thereerror_to_say?
You
Are on the platform and I on the train,
Hurling into landscapes yet to be
Created, a wor(l)d lodged in my throat,
Tears dripping in reverse.
I
Am not like those girls who
Paint poetry or shape songs or
Mirror movements or fall-in-love with fuckboys.
I
Just want to go home, where t
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I am a lost boy from Neverland
I move forward, cold and bare(footed)
Like running water
Flowing over the lichen-carpeted
Moors (with fog hung over her,
A moonlit shawl)
I am a white rabbit, wide-eyed
And silent so the
Owl with his cotton wings
Will never descend upon me
(That snowy reaper, claws sharp
As scythes, I'll welcome him
In one day I promise)
Maybe I was an ugly duckling, midflight
I feel the frozen breeze brush
Her soft fingers across my gray
Cheeks, ruffling my black locks.
My monochrome eyes reflect a
Snapshot of skies, the clouds
Blinding me (the Sun is asleep in
The monochrome, embedded in the
Pearly nest, a robin egg)
But that was for only a sliver of
Eternity, over by the time the light ends.
I am just still-life, captured
In hard corners above the mantelpiece,
Next to my jar of ashen hearts.
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Lesbian
God loved the two girls at the end of my street.
Everywhere they went, they went together,
hand-in-hand so they didn't get lost,
laughing at everything and nothing
all at once.
He was so proud of them.
They never stole, they never swore,
they brushed their teeth twice a day
and always said their prayers.
It was a gift, said the townspeople,
that two girls as perfect as they were
were born in the same place.
an even greater gift, said they,
that those two were the best of friends.

Long nights spent giggling in rooms with closed doors
was a good thing, back then.
One day,
halfway between their houses
and in the middle of the street,
they realized that they loved each other.
A gaze lingered a moment too long,
a heart beat a little too fast...
They kissed for the first time on a park bench,
hidden from the rest of the world.
God doesn't love them anymore.
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diagnosis
It's not arrhythmia but heart sobbing. 
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Greyscale Paper
Everything is beautiful.
Clouds with leaves.
Oceans with flames;
Burning seas.
Rock of gases.
Wood and steel.
Cements over ashes.
Animals of inferiority.
Plants need no sun.
Lists of no end.
Starlight always born
Anew and of sinew.
Technology in prehistory.
Intermingling ghosts.
Dinner parties without hosts
And fathers with no children.
Women seldom weep.
In fact, tears erode plastic
In fantastic factories
That make nothing
Except blank paper now.
Before, we had trees with leaves
And clouds of air.
Seas of water and algae.
Earth of mineral and stone.
Animals ruled
And plants were horrendous.
Blooms and blossoms;
Bright colors.
Fucking hideous.
Dead people stayed hidden;
Shy fools.
Emotion and reason.
Emotions like fear and hate.
Emotions like envy and chemical love.
Reasons like relations.
Reasons put untrue premises above all else.
Tell me,
Isn't that paper more exciting with lead?
Can't the dead frolic with the living?
Aren't the oceans and skies and ground
Free to be what they were
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testimony
copper torches.
gasoline taste.
overthrown gods,
cast my bones
blessed.
relieve Sisyphus;
trade boulders
for ashes.
birdsong perishes
extinct,
dramatic.
oracles rumble,
chronicles shiver.
questions from
steel lips
protrude
unforgiven.
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shells shocked
there is afterlife
for lost places -
deep down
in Atlantis
you look through
distorted mirrors
and don't sense the earth
trembling.
you remember bullets ripping with rage
through the crystal shelter -
the moment you understood
no-one bears a sword
anymore.
the muses went silent
near the azure shore;
sunken lungs of yours
sound hollow,
l
  o
    w.
(hello?)
rippling waves
do not absolve
from insane dreams
and delirious hope.
bitter words
slowly dissolved,
soaring chords
reached the last edge -
the waves bent
and you waved
away.
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to wake the dead.
would it be terribly insensitive
for me to say “good morning”
in a cemetery?
the sun lifts up slowly,
and the dead sleep in late,
as usual.
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Scoliosis
There is a poem within the curvature of your spine, that I know.
Somewhere within the scoliosis S of your back there are words,
   but for now I cannot even find your muscles,
                  (asymmetrical along your shoulders
                   and wound up in knots that sailors would marvel at,
                    buried between and above the bones of your ribs
                       haphazardly like treasure, or mines, or pinched muscles
                  defying all conceptual knowledge of human anatomy
              and thus my every effort to ease their tension,)
 and it is making this back massage really unsuccessful,
but I keep searching anyway
if only because I love the feel of yo
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3 in the Afternoon
Happiness is when the door clicks shut
at 3 in the afternoon and sunlight
stalks in uninvited through the blinds,
making a sepia mess of the room, and you
are waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
in the sunken sofa cushion like a lost
nickel looking to be found. The truth is
you found me, standing just inside
the doorway like a stray animal brought
home for the first time, imbalanced
ragged and confused. I stumbled on myself
that first time, making more contact
with the floor, tables and walls than I
did with you. In some respects, that
hasn't changed. I trip on my feet,
walk into walls and door frames still,
but every now and then I bump into you
and remember what makes this home, what
makes you home.
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Kyoto
Traveling to Japan taught me nothing, except
for the fear of missing flights, stranding myself
in places where I can't read signs, and taking
the wrong escalator off a train platform into
a department store.
The land did the teaching, rolling hills that became
mountains in the blink of an eye, rushing past fast
as crowds of salarymen filled every vacant seat
in every train car, in every city bus, in every
office visible to the naked eye or otherwise—
hills that became mountains covered in trees
and buildings and both, the earth that came to terms
with the creatures living on it that came to terms
with the earth. The Kamogawa, a lesson
in patience, cut through both—a leader flanked
by concrete soldiers, situated between ume trees
that cast long shadows at sunset.
There are 1,600 temples in Kyoto, some
older than the city itself. Even there, the land
did the teaching, proving permanence
that has outlived the salarymen, that has
outlived the buildings, that has outlived
human
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for a vagabond (iii)
it took you so long to realize
i had asked you a question
three hundred years and then some,
and i wonder how long
it will take before you
formulate an answer:
ten centuries or a second?
but after that, let us
seek our fortunes,
let us find the holy grail
in run-down taverns, let us
chat to old men who have
lived on mountains for
decades, let us lay with
strangers and one another,
let us see the sky in the
ocean and the ocean in lakes,
let us clothe ourselves in
silk and marvels.
come, let us
find ourselves in each
other.
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but would a scientist look at this and call it joy
let the ashes fall to the ground;
in its wake we will build a stronger Rome,
with a pantheon like upturned palms.
seagulls' road roars, warns of
a storm to come, and we drag our boats
to the shore, not a second spilled on
idle chatter. let the waves explode,
because we have nothing to lose now
that our angels have fallen and our
demons ascended. God is hiding in
his bomb shelter.
i once built a chariot from the remains
of Dante's coffin, with wheels carved from
limestone desperation, but it could not
carry me further than the next gas station
where you waited to drag me back.
don't let the wings on my shoes
deceive you, i can be devilish, i am
demonic in surprising ways, i told you, and you
said nothing.
in hindsight the horns on your helmet
should have been answer enough.
but my chariot is being smashed
by the waves by now, and there is no way
to fulfill the dream of vagabonds
these days.
so come to me, friend, and we
will play a nocturne with nothing
but the wind and the rocks, we
wi
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bornstill
the bird is just a
melancholic ghost
of its egg
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Summer ripens in May;
We are denuded by heat while
Our feelings are efflorescent.
All unfurls until we touch
At the core, golden and powdery
(A tingling saccharine tang
Slips down my airways and
Pours into my lungs--
The heart softens, embalmed
With an essence of youth).

We spend noontime and nights
In studious spirits,
Taught by nothing more than the
Rough-hewn instincts carved into our
Firework cells and tidal pulse
By generations immemorial.
You take my hand and guide me
Past forbidden gateways and winding labyrinths;
A flash of unbridled hunger in your eyes
But I am not afraid
(If you'll be my king I'll be your lionheart).

We are both virgin lands and
Conquistadors.
Running down rolling hills into
Expansive canyons, ridges dipping
To open plains
(Laughing in our newfound liberation,
Corners of mouths curve knowing
This is where we belong).
The map of you singed into memory,
I tread lightly but curiously,
Bent on exploring every inch on offer.
Be patient with me, love;
I may be fickle and a new language
On the tip of your tongue, but
Know that I can be a fast learner.

Now I have your taste somewhere in
The back of my mind, your scent caught
On my skin and I hope I left my mark too
(Like graffiti in cityscapes).
Your touch coaxed new flora out from
Underneath my skin, the key to doors
I didn't know I had.

When the light fades behind curtains,
The sidereal glow in our locked gaze
Burns ever brighter
(Our warmth fighting against
Rivulets and breezes, enough to
Melt into one another
And forge something beautiful
From the flames).

Hold me here and don't let go.
mortal body, timeless souls
And when I look up
My breath is taken by the
Sheer beauty that is you
(This is when I become the
Color of cherry blossoms)

Show me what it looks like
Even with my eyes closed;
The dark doesn't scare me
(We've been running through 
The jungle and crying with 
The wolves to reach each other;
Shadows are gentle and
I trust you to be too)

And I love all your parts
Even the ones you don't think
Are worthy
(You will always be enough)
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I never realized the
Sheer weight
Of this body armor when it has
Morphed into a second skin, a burden
Never spared a second thought.
Razor edges, cold metallic light
Glinting haughtily, stinging enough to cut -
Chain mail eating into my sides,
Barbed wire dug their heels in
And I awake to blink against a chrysalis of
Ballistic glass.

When did this shyness harden?
(Life softly breaks us in like
What they do to wild horses)

Years spent clawing moats into the ground,
Shutting the drawbridge and
Raising the battlements.
Content I sit in an empty throne room,
Bloodied fingers and aching bones
Gloating at my success:
Nothing can get in.

(He certainly left his mark
No matter how I scathed myself
With boiling water or turned to face
The ravenous flashbacks
At the back of my mind.

A bruised face and scratched gums
Soaked leather shoes
Acridity lodged in my throat
Was where
A dented ego
Dreams of endless running, flashing shadows
Distrust of men and my own home
Was how.)

(That day when I stepped back into
The house I thought I'd never see again
And was stunned by my own reflection -
As though she'd been through a war and back)

(I thought I forgave him but
Last time I saw him in sleep I took his arm and
Snapped it without thought)

"Don't touch me,"
(What doesn't kill you
Will break you anyway)

When did solitude turn sour into
A persistent ache I can't shake
(Is this
Loneliness?)

But I don't need anybody
(And nobody needs me).

Every time I'm knocked down to my knees
I wear the monsoon out
Then pick myself up from the puddles
And carry on
Without so much as a sound.
The night weighs down until
I can take it no more and surrender
To unconsciousness, when my mind
Dusts itself off to start again
Tomorrow.

(Would you miss me if I died?
If only I had spoken that thought out loud
Before she did.)

I poured my ink down the drain
Shut my muse out and locked the doors.
Sprinkle salt into open wounds
To make sure I will never forget
(Life softly breaks us in like
What they do to wild horses).

Look past the abrasiveness in my eyes
The sharpness of my tongue
The tension in my fists.
Flinching is second nature
When I saw vulnerability as a flaw.

Forgive my crudeness and ignorance.
I spent too long walking alone
And got used to seeing the world
From the bottom of a dark, cold well
And never tried to climb out.

But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
So with each new sunrise I will
Try again to do better
To not repeat the same mistakes
And set off running again,
Shifting the weight on my shoulders,
Saddened eyes still wide open with hope.
Antecedent
'Cause all the kids are depressed
Nothing ever makes sense
I'm not feeling alright
Staying up 'til sunrise
And hoping shit is okay
Pretending we know things
I don't know what happened
My natural reaction is that we're scared
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Take my hand and look -
All the coincidences
That brought us here:

4.6 billion years ago
A star burst gasping into life;

Fire and ice falling into themselves
And the sky rained stones to
Bring oceans foaming into existence -

In the roiling grey a spark grew,
It unfurled at the speed of light and
Burst out of its watery seams.
Lands awash with moss and fern.

Thousands of orbits worth of
Birthrights and bloodlines
Led me here to you:
Brown irises striking starquakes in me,
Solar storms resounding in my skull,
Hypernovas setting off gamma-ray fireworks
In the space between these 24 ribs.

Our gravitational fields interlock
Like fingers,
Our magnetic lines move softly
As though tracing contours.
The barycenter of our emotions
Lies here where 2 hearts
Beat side by side.

Breathing you in,
I thank all my reincarnations for
Their kindness that earned me
The privilege for us to intersect
In this frame of space-time
(An endless sea of lotus
Drifting gently among stars,
Rippling over the soundless void).

All the broken pieces jangling
(Clinking with loose change and keys
To nowhere) and mangling my insides
Are fused back together
Just with the touch of your words -
Gold veins weave through bone china
And I think I can learn to love
The self I see reflected in your eyes
(An iridescent mosaic).

And if the world were to end in 11 years
(Engulfed in celestial flames and frost)
I wouldn't mind -
Someone once said
Maybe all one can do
Is hope to end up with the right regrets
;
You are all that I could ever hope for
And more. Thank you for giving me
The chance to love.
Thank you for letting me know
I'm only human (and it's okay
For flesh and bones to bleed).
Even if we burn up and fall,
Thank you.
For all the right regrets.
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The brush of your lips against mine
(Soft as a falling leaf, startling me from reveries)
And you have me falling hopelessly 
All over again
(And for the first time
I realize I deserve to be happy)
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Light takes up the space
Where your shadow should have been.

For the first time I realize
How silent cicadas are and the
Gaping brightness of an early summers day
(They were too late to send you off
That evening, when the last rays dimmed
And retreated out of the alley, leaving
You alone. What was it like to blink up
At wind-shredded clouds for the last time?
How did it feel to have
Nothing but air under your feet?)

That final step which erased you from this world.

Blunt force trauma

And the curtain falls over your broken form,
Limp and distorted, as though being emptied
Of its soul made it collapse under its own weight.

Pooling, trickling, leaking, seeping
Down and out
And it's no use even if I try to pour it it back
Into you (desperation showing through), fingers
Fumbling, feeling something crack inside
(I'm at the bottom of this slot canyon,
The sky is unfathomably far away and
The flash flood is coming but
There's nothing I can do about it now).

For the first time I realize
Sunlight is the color of self-harm--
Transparency giving way to rose-tinted streaks,
Scarlet bleeding
Down and out
Into this ocean, but it's never enough because
Weight is the force exerted on a body by gravity
9.807 m/s²
Too fast to have your life play out like
A vintage film, frames jumping beneath
Your lids
(Iridescent light leaks
Film burns flickering
Graininess shifting [hourglass time]
It's all white lines).

If you are out there, I pray for the wind
To deliver you to carefree lands,
Where soft grasses cushion your steps
Where streams sing quietly over your skin
Where stars kiss you gently on the forehead
And send you into soothing sleep
(Cross the bridge and don't look back,
I promise I'll remember for the both of us.
Go now while you have the light,
Over the river and
Into new life).
Today the sky is made of
Sculpted wax, slick and white
And impatiently frozen -
Awaiting an initiation.

The trees hold their breath
In anticipation, boughs yawning
Towards the thickened atmosphere
(As if to encase it whole to swallow),
Tips of branches quivering with
Longing. It paints them obsidian
Against the clouds, blackened by
Desire.

Even the birds hold their tongue.

Here I am, eyes upturned like
Outstretched hands holding cups,
Begging for the years first rain
To cleanse this dust-clad world
Coated in expired sins.
i) The wraith of a sun floats
Above the horizon, phosphenes 
In the eyes of god(s). Astral lights
Exhale; the dawn zephyr reaches 
Down from the new-born heavens
(Reincarnated every morning)
And kisses the soil, and you shrouded
In your bud decides to unfurl - 
Breathing to synodic rhythms. 

ii) Perhaps you were the rose the
Nightingale decided to pierce it's throat
On, all for the sake of love.
You were a romantic, an idealist, a
Dreamer. The world would turn slower
For you when you believed; fireflies 
Flitting in the shadowy spaces between your 
Fingers, and we'd watch the night turn
Robin-blue as the moonlight bathed you
In a halo. You were a goddess with nebulae
In your wake, but in your own reflection
You only saw incandescence that hurt your
Retina, and you shied away. 

iii) We are all born with fire in our 
Lungs and stars in our eyes; yet
Senescence is woven into our bones
And subject to entropy's ceaseless 
Current, the same way the corners
Of the pelagic expanse swallows
Our footprints, murmuring ancient
Hymns from the deep, as old as Time,
Yet ephemeral as tides. 

iv) Perhaps you were the rose the
Prince fell madly for, but you didn't need
A prince, just someone to treat you like
A princess. You lived together in a small
Hiding-place within the woods, your
Own planet, a tryst that could fit in the palms
Of your hands. But you cut yourself on 
Your thorns, and you wondered whether
The wounds would fester and poison you
From the inside out. 
(You were afraid of falling, you were afraid
Of rotting from the inside out.)


v) You were a bairn of mornings,
Your petals soaked with the spectrum 
Of the arching skies. We are inborn
Nephologists, with a curiosity that
Overflows the boundaries of the backyard,
Finding universes in the minutiae. But
Nothing gold can stay, and your gold
Beckoned to dragons. You found monsters
Not under your bed, but making a den in 
Your head. 

vi) Efflorescent. You'd drift into a sloom,
Boreal cirrus your nest. I don't know
How many nights you cried yourself to 
Sleep, not wanting to see the day you
Wilt, the sepia-tinged memories encroaching
Like rust, and you can't run from the
Shadows cast by your own light. 

vii) Remember the story I told you about 
Icarus? Maybe then did you decide 
Gravity was your ally and you mused about
What your eulogies would be like. But
All I saw were your rose-colored atmospheres;
I couldn't see your desinences behind your
Radiant smiles. You wandered alone in the
Wilderness of your mind, beaten by 
Roaring waves that threatened to swallow
You alive, the brine blinding you. 

viii) Perhaps you were the rose that thought
She was negligible, only one of millions of 
Those cold specks of light, too far away
To mean anything anymore. You told me 
The worst things in life come free to us,
You whispered if you love me let me go,
So from cloud 9 you decided to plummet
As a shooting star - 
The seconds froze as you shed your final
Layers in a supernova, and like a phoenix
You blinked out into naught but ashes.

ix) That's when your pulse flickered
And faded
(It's too cold outside
For angels to fly,
For angels to die). 

x) And now I'm left alone by myself
Watching cerulean light diffusing from the
Witching hours, wondering why couldn't
I've talked you down. I don't know how
To save a life, so this posthumous
Cenotaph falls only on deaf ears
(Can you hear me?
You don't gain a single thing from misery)
I wish I could've been the lighthouse
To guide you home from the dark
Waters, to tell you that it doesn't matter
If you lost your crown to shipwrecks,
Because you can always be king again.

In my eyes you were euthanized by
Your own hands, the same hands
That let ink flow across paper like
Blossoms.

In my eyes you smile, your breath
Drifting into the ripened harvest moon
Like a flock of birds, using the stars
As their guide.

In my eyes you are sempiternal, 
In the way you lived and laughed and
Loved, and I am blessed to have been
Able to stand in your radiance, albeit
Only for a fleeting moment, but 
I'm grateful for our little infinity.



Thank you.

May lights guide you wherever you wander.



for an eccedentesiastO diaphanous dawn;
The stars birth cerulean li(ght/fe),
Sun rises, carpe diem.

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Hong Kong
If I could catch the falling stars
I'd place them in a glassed jar
Sing them lullabies of paper cranes
Painted by luminous nebulae,
And hand them to you, with your
Gaze igniting comets drifted ashore.

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