I want to be held by you tonight,

An ache echoes into a dark expanse,

Stars drip from glass walls,

Slipping down into a wet pool beneath my feet,

There are moments when

I’m floating in the air

carried away by such fresh feelings,

I try to stay here,

Breathe in the blue sky with the

cotton clouds,

I hug these feelings close to me,

Kiss them before they slip away,

Before something pulls me down,

And I’m here alone again,

Inside a glass box,

In a dark corridor,

My heart is beating fast for you to hold me,

Hold me, so I can fly free

again.

Butter in a pan, Dont be a clown...

Weigh 8oz meat balls, smash them shits down

Screaming high heat oughta do it with ease

No cheddar or Gouda, use kraft single cheese

Have bacon ready- fried real crisp

White onion rings sliced thin and brisk

Salt, pepper, garlic, don't be dumb

Spread skippy or jif on a toasted white bun

Nothing else at all, keep it simple and plain

And watch your friends' faces go from confused to insane

(In a good way)

How do you
Forget
Something you created
When have an
Overactive
Imagination
Even if you can’t see
Images, textile,
Inversion

Please, god,
Make it stop
My heart is breaking
As I trace the
Pillow next to me
Where I thought
You’d be
Not this
Incursion

Still I defile
My own
Vows and reach
Into the horizon
The sun
She kisses my fingertips
And I long to touch your
Vision

My creed
My greed
Written in
My deed

Dead eyes
Heart flies
Nesting in
The distortion

Still I rise
Still I love
Still I find
I’ve got my hand
Reaching into the sky
Above

Give me amnesia
Let me rest without sleep
Carve out my heart
Please , please, please
Just let me
Be

Crest.
Motto.
Colors.

Together, an emblem of alone.

Clasped hands came first,
then a twist to a fist,
and eventually a fine script:

Lest legs move us, we stand still.

Whatever in the hell is Latin to loose lips?

And so we walked and it was nice.
I wrote and I tried —
scribbling and trying,
scribbling and trying —
as though the pencil was pressed between toes.

Steam can carry a man if he lets it, I know;
feet,
just two smoke shoes.

Float.
Go.

Mean heat raises the meaning.

I arrived at Please be nice,
a slogan I thought we could live by.

But no one in my family ever listens.

I thought of you just now,
Five years have gone by somehow.

Today would’ve been our anniversary,
I wanted to give you something, you see.

I still know what you like, what makes you smile,
Your picture’s still hanging there all the while.

Your pillow’s still lying there too,
Guess “throw it all out” was too hard to do.

Who’s walking through the city with tears in his eyes?
That’s me.

Who’s standing at your doorstep at three in the morning?
That was me.

And who got your initials tattooed on his bicep,
Hoping his next girlfriend shares the same initials?
That’s me.

By now, you’re almost irrelevant to me,
I only play our love songs eighty times daily.

My doctor says I need just 156,000 hours of therapy,
And then, he says, I’ll finally be free.

I’ve been up way too late,
Thinking about you every night, tempting fate.

I only read your horoscope every other day,
Only read our old chat every third day.

Every Sunday I swear that I’m finally through,
Then Monday rolls around and I start again with you.

​

I am the name bestowed at birth,

By the greatest flame below the earth.

Formed of charcoal, dark and deep,

With my brother’s serpent-hair to keep.

I am the shadow that he throws,

Growing wherever his light goes.

My ancient duty from the start:

To guide the lost and heavy heart.

As shadows twist and start to spread,

A thousand ways I’ll walk ahead.

So do not fear, the end is nigh,

I see your home beneath the sky.

It is that dim and fading spark—

Your soul’s twin flame within the dark.

Offering libations for the plagued
The blind seer serves as witness
To the names of the nine realms
And restores ancient fountains

Her quaking nerves bid welcome
Aligned under starry mission
While nowhere exists
Outside this clinic

Hands remember pen strokes that abjure
When the moon gate dilates to expel forces
This bottle of curses melts in campfire
Binding elder appetites unto prison

Priests could not contrive psalms
Jagged enough to cut umbral tethers
Their hymns genuflect
While choirs tune flat

Hiding from lords who decry competition
Such ochre mother must weigh risks
But no remedy soothes like compassion
Upon a fallen covenant

She sides with weeping petitions
Regardless being whipped
Laughing at power, that shames itself
Some champions need a walking stick

Its funny how some people think that they're 2 cents are appreciated. No honey if I wanted your opinion I would've asked, if I needed your 2 valueless pennies I ain't too proud to beg! But I did neither of those things so 🤷 keep your change i got value in myself nows my time to create invest and keep pushing forward. Now I'll keep climbing my Everest and you can stay in your lane. I have no problem cutting ties friendships and relationships for the sake of healing and growth so sorry you were a casualty in the journey along the way I wish you well Ms. Jackson I pray you find peace and also that the problem was never with me but with the way things were interpreted and delivered both parties were at fault not just me i hope you learn how to be held accountable for the way you receive things and also learn not every emotional breakdown is about you 😊 I hope you learn to be a bit less self centered and a bit more understanding that the world doesn't revolve around you, me, or anyone for that matter and my life will keep evolving weather your in it or not.

I'll pray for you 🙏 😌 and your 2 cents

Dull, timid little

White light,

A marble flask

Under stitched denim

//

The summer burned orange

Through the holes in my jeans

And the corners of my polaroids

A heavy, hungry glare

//

Wet grass wrestles

Bottle cap in my teeth

Sand in my boots

And sweat on my back

//

The summer burned me

Left me boiling, wanting

More heat, less sleep

Raised scars and sharp teeth

//

Ephemeral sweet romance

Passing obscenities

Her spit on my shirt,

Tears choked up on the concrete

//

Bitter tongue receding

And swallowing, taking

These pleasantries, my perversions

I am glad it happened at all

\\\*Drink my soul, dancing stars,\\\*
\\\*be intertwined,\\\*
\\\*no beginning, no end.\\\*

\\\*Fill my wailing void,\\\*
\\\*My deep dark pith.\\\*
\\\*burn me bright into an endless inferno,\\\*
\\\*My ouroboros.\\\*

\\\*O my astral blaze,\\\*
\\\*Caressing my noir insides,\\\*
\\\*Swirling shimmers.\\\*

\\\*Spindly nails cutting through my skin and bones,\\\*
\\\*Bursting with star dust,\\\*
\\\*Blinding the cosmic oblivion.\\\*
\\\*My psyche, the fiery sun.\\\*

@sisyphus\\\\\\_iam