BLOCKS I was dreaming. White blood down my cheeks. You came, I was picking up my scars from the floor. Move! On black snow blocks! I was dreaming. Black scars on your lips. Move! On blocks of white blood! I wake up. My eyes… They’ve never walked this floor. The surface, warm. You came in wondering, knocked the door in. “Back to the wall!“ “Out on the chess field!“ “War!“ “War!“ |
AWAITING MYSELF Every night it comes to me. Roots crushing in. I give off breaths, as I listen to my crunching ribs and watch my skin go red. I can’t help but stop breathing and wait for air. Easy. Untamed I flee, shaped between, a rhinoceros and a barren carrot. In a fortress trapped in lightning it’s hunting me. I wish them roots had crunched my fears. Wasted I lay, forcing my body to get up, again. Can’t . This head of mine is pulling down. Every night I come to me. (I don’t want to.) Root by root crushes in. (I am sorry.) Breaths. Skin goes red. I couldn’t be forever, could, you? |
TEAR WHITE Wounded. Swallowed by a cry. Confined in an apple, The Earthworm draws its knife. Dare not bite. Wounded. Waiting for the night to settle. The earth has scorched me in deep. In depths of pockets roots embrace my slip. Find yourself a home, before terror surrounds you. On the brink, a hurricane. Hive in. Heave. Believe. |
THE KISS Behind curtains they hide. Gory eyes. See the net torn by white butterflies. Roaring waves, charged by angel screams. Passionate kisses turn to lightings. Fragility, no more. Still is the air. A loss of hair. A loss of hair. From behind curtains my gory eyes stare. An unopen space, a lightning torn by a passionate kiss. Suddenly full of pulping veins, the sky. As an angel screams inside of me, this water… waves… Fragility begins. To tear the net as them butterflies, I wished, but my wings… I got none. Still was the air. An unopen space, my being, in there. |
IN THE WHITE FOREST, MY SOUL Gone is this soul of mine. Ran away, with legs so tired. Because of ugliness, my ugliness, because of words that pale as sin. When I say that you don’t bother, I lie. Like the mother I hated I’ve become. I’m afraid. Sick. So tired. Do not leave, please. Leave! I don’t want you to. Maybe you should, leave. Where are you? Do not make me write poetry. This madness inside me… Madness inside me. They don’t give a fuck! And I… Oh my. |
AMPLE EYES Paper crows in the depths of night. The god damned “nevermore“. As I burned, she appeared to eradicate. Was I voiceless. Paper cawings in the depths of night. Nevermore, god damn it. I absorb myself to annihilate. Again I burnt voiceless and a lone. The last love in the universe, barely mine. My heartline gasps in spasms. I black out. |