- of ancestors
are the backbone
- of our world.
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- of ancestors
are the backbone
- of our world.
- Scherezade Siobhan© (via viperslang)
kissed the river.
Desert the cliff;
forgo the twig;
seize the wind;
greet the frog;
hold your breath;
just hold it.
some days i want to start clawing at my chest, want to open up that window with a room of feelings behind it. i wish you were a solid hurt, like a tumor or a kidney stone. so i could hold it in front of your eyes and say, ‘look, this is what you created inside my body and it fucking hurt like nothing i ever felt before.’ i tried to bury you behind a wall of words, tried to love someone else, even picked up some hobbies. collecting postcards, tie dying shirts, making bracelets and earrings. tried studying and working to the point of exhaustion so i don’t have any thoughts before sleep. just blank space starting from my eyelids to ceiling. but my mind keeps going back to that day on the bus, the last time i saw you. you, stopping before where i sat for a second and me, pretending you didn’t exit. probably should have smiled or said hello for common courtesy’s sake but couldn’t afford to fall for you all over again. it hurt, ignoring you like that, adoring you from a distance. funny thing is, i don’t even know you like that. ask me your favorite movie, favorite book or show and i’d probably hang my shoulders in a shrug. all i know is that you like faded green and wear no more than two layers of clothes. it’s been a long time since i last had any imaginary conversations with you. i’ve learned to distinguish between love and infatuation. now, i’m swallowed up in a field of regret. i should’ve asked about your family, about childhood, about the little things that make you you. if i wasn’t floating in clouds of longing, i’d say not knowing you was the smartest decision i ever made.
once summer sharpens once light
marches across town
and dances on legs the miles
on my face begin to show 
something silken swings open like an
at the drive-thru we are staring at each other
since when does a quarterback hand out
cheeseburgers i say you are unimpressed i think
there is lightning and everything is a kite
something happened before summer what was it
it started with god-
we were sitting at the back of a school assembly 
we were playing on our phones
then you sent me a text i said how did you
get my number you said secret
"i think you are apollo"
you lick cream and spit from my chin
then slide into the pool like a
dog “come here” i do and i do not
feel like apollo instead i am
icarus sailing towards the sun
(to be cont.)
at dawn red angels hover as i give birth to you
in my head. in the tropics
the planes drop bombs, dozens and dozens of
your siblings plummeting,
ravaging the countryside. at the very end of it
we smoke on the roof.
leave your hurt behind as you enter next year. let it stumble behind you, tripping, falling, trembling. treat it like a child learning it’s own way, this is your year, let it follow your rules. the fire often forgets how to leave it’s blaze astray so be ready for it’s return at any moment….
I don’t want shelter
from your kind of storm.
Let the wind howl
and rip apart everything
that’s not tied down
Sit with me in the wreckage
of everything that remains and
build with me something that
the seasons won’t destroy.
Dreams fill the empty voids
underneath each beautiful mind
where thoughts are unleashed—
Wild rivers bend into molten glass
pouring down necklines
into the ocean’s hardened depth,
heaving every cleaved breath
and pressing in—to kiss each wave
sharing daylight’s wealth—
Is the summer’s silver sun
it’s heat sings to place the wind at ease,
while warm fingers trace the curled
edges of tidal surf, every finger
mimes quick easy breath,
touching each and every
mile of wayward coastline,
stuttering softly in—
i don’t see her lips moving
but i feel the weight of each
of her words
it’s all i can take,
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A dimly lit haze licks my corneas,
My ears buzz with silence.
A penetrating red LED draws me in
Like a moth,
Unaware of the impending zap.
The demonic light infects my mind
With the vile actions of man.
Do I succumb to electric death?
Or do I go back to sleep
With my fog blanket?
I light my lantern and follow the path
Away from man.
I still say weird things you used to smile about .
I became those words I never told you during late night calls .
I became songs-in-progress I’d never let you hear .
I used to listen carefully to the way you’d say my first name .
We would laugh when our topics change randomly .
We would love talking about everything recent .
Eventually I thought .. what will happen to our thoughts ..
When thoughts of each other no longer matter .
We never thought about it .