My mind keeps going around in circles Rotating around, and around, and around… Her. My mind wants to reach for the gold ring on the carousel I can feel my hand stretching Yearning Fighting Grasping The gold ring shining against the golden sunlight But my hand slips I lose my grip And fall Down the never-ending cliff I can feel each blow to my back from the harsh wind My hair blinding each sight And each thought I pray for a soft landing A gentle hand to catch me A warm bed t

When I look at the stars… I see you. I see the shimmer in your eyes when you smile, the delicate angles of your face, the glow of your skin. Shooting stars remind me of the trace of your finger, sliding down the muscles of my arm. The constellations mirror our conversations, back and forth, up and down, senseless, but beautiful. In my dreams, the stars rearrange to spell your name. I hold your hand look into your onyx eyes and scream what the sky spelled, letting the whole wo

One must walk in chains The blinding sun hiding their lovely days Beading sweat of turmoil Each rib of bone poking through skin And one must be seated on a high throne, With a large belly of food Served by maids in those same chains One child must feel The loving, careful, gentle hands Of a mother and father Have wounds be tended for And tears be wiped away And one child must bear beating bruises and scolding Wail alone in pain And be left alone in the cold days of winter O

Even the most sunny mornings Always have to fade to darkness And never still did I stop my mournings Now and forever stuck in a performance The beaming stage lights Always directed towards you They made you shine so brightly A burning sun I didn’t mind staring into I knew the spotlights blinded me From seeing how you truly danced And yet I still never learned And yet I was still entranced Did it feel good when you tainted poison in your whispers? When you laced my ribbon wit

I need water. I need a jug of water to smother this fire in my chest This fire it’s… Consuming me. It won’t let my heart stop skipping each beat Or take a full breath Or to let my mind be at ease I didn’t notice the fire was still going “It grew from…” Each word from her mouth Each text message she sends me Each time, a match is lit And the fire would spread, further down each finger tip The smoke fills up my lungs Each chamber of my heart Each wrinkle in my brain It paralyz

I am A disparaged soul Threaded to despondency My fractured heart littered with Fractals of self-inflicted guilt My tears Are scattered rhinestones That glisten brighter than Censored purity My heart Is a circuitous void Worn by rusted debauchery and Dark incisions My mind Is an interstellar catalyst Chained to a an incarcerated milky way A mutilated toy My voice Is half sunken by potent waves And quelling white noise Blaring like sirens I was Merely another automonal ent

I don’t think you understand what a pain it’s been, but maybe you’re feeling the same. I wish I could tell you how ravenous my heart is every time you look at me. I can feel it rumbling and groaning when our eyes meet. I really thought you hated me because of the way your eyes looked me up and down. I then realized you did not for you were looking too deep, for too long I can’t tell if I want you for myself or just want to go along for the fun. I remember how my morning glori

Clear as can be So I wonder, why can’t you see The fire that rages inside Just because all you hold is your pride Hotter, stronger The flame burns brighter Larger, thinner I blow into the center Into the furnace once more Melt the sand you once bore Now it is all red hot and blurry A fragile form emerges in a hurry The air I breathe will stretch and shape The mold in which this mess we create Even when all glow settles to none The heat there is still far from gone A transpare