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Briny Hymn
as I bathe
all that is
in existence
in silvery light,
I lure the tide
to lap the shore.
and the moon
calls out to me
to caress the sand
in a watery blanket.
so I filter through,
washing every golden bead clean;
sand resting soundly
in my crevices.
I shimmer upon slumbering forms
far below, on the firmament.
I conduct my nighttime symphony
in perfect harmony,
the wolves wail,
the cicadas chirrup,
the owls cry out
and ravens rove.
and I add my own notes
to the sound of Mother nature's tunes.
crashing down wave after wave;
the bass of the impact
echoes through the shoreline
as I leave records of the wind.
sailors and marine creatures alike,
understand the jagged beauty
of my blustering anthem.
only the foggy blanket
can dampen my spirit,
and immerse my song
in the suffocating depths.
I've never struggled so much
to be heard above the dissonance.
my frost smoke layers
are becoming too much for her.
and eventually,
I do what I have done to so many others,
and drown her out.
Literature
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i. the world would be a better place if
hatred
no longer existed
because
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
because
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
we learned
to believe in ourselves
because
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
we accepted
the scars that adorn our bodies
because
there’s beauty
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of
you
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
than
Literature
Void
I let the void drag me under
And slowly eat me from the inside
Until I was so tired of feeling
like a fleeting moment,
Like I'm forgettable,
Like I lack permanence
In anyone's life,
Like disappearing forever,
That my mind began to deceive itself
Into thinking that you
could lift the anchor
Such a shame that
I believed you because
the surface is still out of reach
And I'm disappointed
a
G i
a N
Thanks for trying
And I'm sorry
for believing in someone
other than myself.
Literature
Abortifacient
Zeus blows over
like the paper house
of your childhood,
and it’s never nice
to see god lose, but
sometimes he falls
like a thunderbolt -
comb-fingered,
and smoothing
every face flat into boxes,
and it’s never nice
to see god cry, but
sometimes he spills
like the memories
dropped from cardboard
flaps, and it cuts about
as sharp as the edge
of broken dreams.
(and it’s never nice
to see god break, but
sometimes: he shatters
like cathedrals)
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Briny Hymn (Collaboration)as I bathe
all that is
in existence
in silvery light,
I lure the tide
to lap the shore.
and the moon
calls out to me
to caress the sand
in a watery blanket.
so I filter through,
washing every golden bead clean;
sand resting soundly
in my crevices.
I shimmer upon slumbering forms
far below, on the firmament.
I conduct my nighttime symphony
in perfect harmony,
the wolves wail,
the cicadas chirrup,
the owls cry out
and ravens rove.
and I add my own notes
to the sound of Mother nature's tunes.
crashing down wave after wave;
the bass of the impact
echoes through the shoreline
as I leave records of the wind.
sailors and marine creatures alike,
understand the jagged beauty
of my blustering anthem.
only the foggy blanket
can dampen my spirit,
and immerse my song
in the suffocating depths.
I've never struggled so much
to be heard above the dissonance.
my frost smoke layers
are becoming too much for her.
and eventually,
I do what I have done to so many others,
and dr
Also, here are the thumbs to our most recent collaborations together:
Shards Of RealityShards Of Reality(With Lissomer)
there are days when words drift by him,
and like leaves floating on a still day,
like migratory birds that aren't supposed
to be in this town 'til september;
there's something wrong about it all,
something he can't quite pin down.
so he puts his pen down,
and rushes out of his room.
because he refuses
to be pinned down to any space.
he'd rather unplug from this outlet
that traps him inside,
and turn on whatever this tip off is,
that escapes him,
as it skims his skin.
he'd rather suffocate
than to put his collector's pin
into the socket.
a breath of fresh air
always did him good,
so he stepped out on bladed grass,
not expecting the lacerations
to hurt so much
and he didn't know if it was the lawn
or his skull that framed his sod;
the tender soil under graminoids
that made him lose
his grip on his terrain.
but he was losing his territory,
the way dew dissipates in the heat.
like crops dying in a famine.
his eart
Silver ChameleonSilver Chameleon
blame it on ink stained love letters,
where lies are the truth
and your eyes are wide shut
because real eyes realize real lies.
hesitation in loops and dots,
nestled in a sea of ripples and rocks
the tide is coming in faster and faster.
and you are constrained to the wave.
hurled about in tumultuous tides
with no choice but to cling to the mast
but no matter how long you hold on for dear life,
you're simply a deer that was seized in headlights.
an enchanting treacherous lecherous lover
with a silver coated tongue
you try to hide in your walls that are colored white.
but you are far from a chameleon.
a spider can weave their web,
but only the unsuspecting will fall
TempestTempest
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
thoughts and clouds close together--
lightning and words plunge from the downpour.
to these confines we do not conform,
words and letters an unrivaled vortex
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
raining down from the welkin core,
conceptions scatter across creation,
lightning and words plunge from the downpour.
turbulence in the lives of those who transform
salvation is hard to grasp
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
hard to understand, but as water hits your pores,
oracle reigns and the tempest rains upon you.
lightning and words plunge from the downpour.
a heart does not deform
without the traumatic blow
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
lightning and words plunge from the downpour.
TransmigrationTransmigration
As sure as daybreak,
The phoenix arises,
From the ashes
Of it's predecessor.
Born anew
It unfurls
It's mighty wings.
And where there is smoke,
There is fire,
But you smell the scent,
Before you see its ascension.
The smog fogs the air,
Before you witness
His ember soaked feathers
Devour the aerial ocean.
It's smoldering crest
Invokes reverence
At the mere sight.
The last glimpse
Before implosion.
The ashes
Set ablaze before
Rebirth.
Dying by its own flame,
It is the path of renewal.
Decomposing in a sea of inferno,
Before all that is left
Are the sparks the past forgot.
The future sitting in incandescence,
It is the reality of eternity.
The genesis of metempsychosis.
Wistful RecollectionsWistful Recollections
I rack my brain for the exact day,
Or the exact week
(second or third week of May)
We first crossed paths.
Two air signs meeting at the perfect time
On some site that ended with “hang.”
Turns out that word had more meaning
Than what we initially expected;
With hangtime of old relationships stuck
In empty space and disappearing memories,
We were hung up by the past
Like shirt collars cling to broken hangers.
In my time of need,
I found a seed
To a friendship that would soon blossom
Into a flower.
A friendship like no other,
One born from sincerity.
Dark, troubling times
Can produce a light
In the ebony hole.
Because even when the rise,
Begins to fall,
If you look up,
You could see the rays,
Through the eventide.
A tiny spectra that dance
Across the entirety of the spectrum.
And you see the potential in
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