To the angel on the side of my room

with a dim-lit candle in hand,

that cradles the flame like a sweater.

I say to you this:

as you feed it bits and paper,

so the fire won’t falter into smoke—

is it not easier to snuff out light

than choke on burning corpse?

The state you’ve found yourself in is like a sport,

your halo fallen to your waist,

circling in place like hula hoops—

a perpetual state of ...

Before me,

the sun nestles just below the sea

Smaller pieces, rays, poke out

almost resting on calm waters

I try to focus on the stillness of things

Moments of time frozen

But that’s all this is,

Moments

In it’s entirety, nature is broken

whispering within the coldest parts of me

A Piece of ocean I wait for to crack open

swallow whole the resting rays of the sun

And these moments are like h...

I didn’t notice it was missing

The lack of it

The empty feeling only struck me when i had my back turned

Until i herd silence weeping

Loss seeped in but felt like a distant itch

Music was dead, I killed it

Smothered the idea of a song from existing for another high

Blue screens, few things caught me quicker.

only a minute,

i turned for only a minute, It was all it needed

My song now gone, ...

I hope that bench warm enough for you sir

I’ve been keeping it so

I like reading as i light a heater on these seats

Catch them while their hot

as I stand and man my station

There is no job too small or too great

I am human hopelessness,

devoid of dreams

I like to read atop well crafted lumber

and find meaning of my being here

Warming these seats

Maybe I make them easier to sit on

what if thats...

If i were to write you all my intentions

behind every miss-taken

If all my lies

were organized

placed inside pages for you to find

The rotten parts of me

drenched in ink

And we need not speak

But run our fingers along the lines

silently mouthing sentences

If I could grasp that pen steady

ready to spill it all on the empty white spaces left behind

If I could be as strong

Would I be reborn i...

I can't, you know

compete with them

Everyone is so tall so beautiful so—

Pink, and I'm just..

I was born like this, right?

Leaves like mine don't grow nothing but vines and thorns

I cover the fields yet I'm unseen

Unloved

I can't compete.

I won't.

I don't want to stick out like weed in a field of wildflowers

A forgotten seed boasting with the little it has

But it knows it came from shit

The b...

Not yet

A few more minutes and ill wake—but not yet

Don't let the light hit my face,

Cover the blinds

Hide me Inside the colder sides of the pillow.

Rewind it back, to a dazed state of mind

Were I take more steps motionless

Unguided by flesh

Resting open for moments left unspoken

With beauty often unshared

A few more minutes, to take time in this state

Pressed against the sheets, were line...

Pucker your lips

and kiss the wind for me

Let it fluster underneath my feet

See how high a hollow being like i can go

Go, Go

Chase me through the field

Let my lens warp the sky you see

Suspense as I lower my self to meet you

Don’t rest

keep kissing the wind for me

Keep it puckered up

Tight enough to squeeze the air through

So I could fly for a few moments, minutes, maybe less

I lower my sel...

What made you turn around?

What shimmering thing from the melanin ground

Had you running quickly to my arms again?

I was already down, out from being used,

But still you found the nerve

To turn and face me.

You criticized me daily,

Served razors with a kiss on the cheek and an "atta boy."

Was I indebted to you?

Was I the carrot and you the stick,

Constantly stringing me along?

The nerve of you.

...

Like a release, of sorts—

A scream of all cells,

A microgasm of everything.

That's just the poet within me saying:

It's alive.

Look,

No one explains what it is,

And maybe I don't know what it means.

But for me,

It is to sit by the car window,

To look at trees

And not really see them,

Never honing into the speed at which they move

But focused on their relentless scream.

It's like living a parado...