Protege moiit's the disease of her mind (it's the cure of her heart)she touches the curtains and looks out of the window (the first rain of autumn)she's waiting for you to cometo appear suddenly and end all the mess she's inbut you are so absentit's three months nowand she painted her loneliness on the wallsof her existencewhere you once found shelterspring explodes around herand she stares down at the waterit's green and greybut all the flowers around her are bursting up with coloursit's gonna be summer in a monthand her loneliness turned to angersummer is almost overand your presence is far more irritating than she's ever imaginedit's the disease of her mindand the cure of her heart
ExhaleI wanna be the smoke of your cigaretteI wanna linger around your addicted lipsAnd when you inhale me I'll force my wayDeeper and deeper into your insidesBurning and crashing your blood like a dancerI'll bloom like a sweet disaster and penetrate your lungsI'll be your joy, your addiction and your cancerWhen you exhale we'll be the bitter endThe destruction and the lightLike the flames of the sun, that ever burn so bright
Valtariyour voice cracking at midnight; promisingconsistency with your waisttwisting around white textile.skinmight be my favourite word,your skin –how did I not findit sooner. touching your skinis like touching the surface of the seait feels like homereliefgriefabandonmentmaybe I could spend all dawns with you asleepor awake,in both cases in your arms.
exodus1. You appeared suddenly. Maybe it was the beer, maybe the waves crushing on my sides, but you were smiling wonderfully, and for a moment I thought I missed some part of you. I don't know which part though; I don't even know if it exists anymore. It was glorious in the happiest way. The sky is black; blacker than your heart. It's even darker than mine and the future is so unpredictable that I am in despair.1. So many dreams awoken by a single drop of rain, a simple ray of sunlight.2. I can see your strange light. It's wonderful, addicting. My dreams float on your wrists and my eyes on your hair. You are glorious in the most glorious way. The sky is bright; but your heart is brighter. Mine is even brighter and the future is so predictable that I am in despair.
f i r e w o r k s*. There are days that ourflame is brightenough to makemy soul act likea firework.*. Fireworks burstup into the sky,but then theyfall and they shatter.*. They still feelwarm though,even when theylie on the ground.Their pastis not a burden.*. This is why I'm fond of you.
s u nI wish I could make a drawing of your aura,fold it,and keep it in my pocket.Then every time Id be sad, I would unfold it,And its endless light would make me smile.
Etorphineyou have a quiet frame of mind. the pulse of your heart beating in your chest at night feels tranquil, safe. your aura is glowing in a serene light, like an apocalypse sitting still. those fragments of your thoughts are floating in my dimly lit bedroom so peacefully, like they couldn't ever be shattered. i think you have a forgotten soul. i'm sure you can feel the wind when it's not there. I have spent hours playing the piano with naked fingers but i can't compose a song of you. your music must be celebrated in silence. today i woke up hoping that you and i would sit by the river, talking without speaking, until it stops flowing. those freckles on your cheeks are a tiny solar system i would dare to explore without any oxygen. inside that solar system i took a glimpse of the end of my tunnel.
Donde estas?If yougrasp the cigarette as ifyour lungs need the smoke, it will seemdreamyeven if your brain doesn't need the nicotine.*She walked towards the horizon, completely absorbed inside your mind. The sea was motionless around her, as if the sea and her were thinking the same thing. Your mind must be a wicked path to take.*You're a dream and I'm awake. I don't think we'll exist in the same reality again, at least not before the sun sets. But even then it would be quite difficult because i'm always insomniac.
I'll Fall With YouI'm holding onto your heartstringsand binding them to my ownwith double knots of garden twineso that maybe roses will growthrough the thorns that encircle your ribcageand rise against your lungs.You find questions in the spaceof each sentenceand you aren't satisfied with answersbecause you're more interested in searchingfor the rain in rainbowsthan the secrets I keep-that I wish you would find.You tell me you don't understandwhy I'm still chasing a falling starinstead of exploring night skiesbecause you strike like lighteningand my veins are filled with thunderso every time you race aheadI'm onlyseconds behind.because at night the stardustyou leave on my lipsmakes me want to shinebecause the spaces between your fingerssomehow exactly fit mine.
celiac boyit smelled like burnt hope and celiac and the boy on the hospital bed was beautiful with his bruises.his eyes are closed but his nerves are open, he feels his poison running through his veins.he thinks quietly,"I amfrozen wastelands of celestial summer-starsdusky oceans of moon-bright cratershaloed hurricanes of winter ice-tearssilent tsunamis of broken atmospheres" --it is 4 a.m. and while sleep has scurried timidly around his mind, thoughts like escaped zoo animals rampage. it is nothing but selflessness, everything but himself. all thoughts are present except sleep.he shifts in the dark and remembers and remembers and tries to forget.--the sunlight wiring its way through his auburn hair tastes of sinopia and gold. it weaves with the metallic shine of the table as we sit at the booth in the corner, closest to the arcade.it is all but deserted (the emptiness fills us inside) and through shafted light I wat
we could've had each other.i stare at the sun too longbecause no one else does it. myparents don't want me to getmixed in with "the wrong crowd" but who are theyexactly?the wrong crowd.my fingers slide between the gapsand hug yours as we drive. drive drive drive, please don't take me home.the redundant sound of the brokenair conditioner clanking and the boyin the back seat snoring keeps myheart racing even after we stop.even after he's gone.i want to be able to tell you everything,but i don't just have walls up now.i have boulders in place.