And I live in a still
twilight photograph.
A pine tree twines
And a star shimmers.
A library readies to sleep,
Life breezes placidly,
And that's what it is,
A really quiet paper.

#ts #nstga

And some days
I want love more
than the world
is ready to give.

#ts #lh

The persistent art
Of keeping silent,
When the mind
Is distorted with rage.
I can't help but lovelike it
When implosions
Attempt to kill me
And my blood says, "Never!"

#ts #nss

Every thought a feather,
But it hurts.

Every breath the weather,
But it stays.

Tenebrous nights altogether,
—The heart lays.

#ts #fg

Look at life,
It's smiling.
—It blooms.

#ts #lh

You defeat tornadoes
Beautifully.
You just let them be.

#ts #kbts

Ah! The fish of winter June,
So corny the way they loom.

A young summer's teasing,
Though short the sail may be.

Even if the rubbers be willing,
You sure' get out with none.

And butterflies too love,
Feel exactly the same.

#ts #btf

Every calm blue
sea that lives,
Things that cross
my still mind:
My diaries, death,
Sunburn and her,
And still, this constant
still burn of her.

#ts #lg

The winds have no lenience,
Except, when thistles bloom.

I'm trailing blank papers,
With hope, to catch just one,
Of yours, a slow farewell;
& sew back my fragments.

But well, the world has none,
Except the burn of tears;

That which, will seldom dry,
Until I find myself.

#ts #fg

If we only poured into cups that poured back into ours', then there'd be no cups at all to pour into.

But I love that love is everything,

It does not really get messed up.
It is an afterglow.
It is the sea after a shipwreck.
It is the lips and the throat
after morning sips and gulps.

It's the satisfaction that comes with the knowledge of not having everything reciprocated. One cup isn't always enough to fill another, and sometimes, it overwhelms.

There is no ego. We pour into ourselves.

#ts #nss

You're the only place
That feels like home
When the heart's a fireplace.
Your silence, a syndrome.
You're a happy place.

#ts #lh

This crusade towards
finding myself again
has been the death of me.

This war between
what I love and
what is necessary,

This constant attachment
to making decisions
between making bridges
and then burning them,

This satisfaction
that fruits from imploding
from insufficiency,

This thought— that
I have sacrificed myself
just to gain gravity,

This black sky,
the one that floats
when the stars ash.

#ts #clv #ssn #nss

And now not only
Do I think in grey.
I grey into greyness,
Some-where 'tween
Rain and rivers.

#ts #wrds

It's a song, this love,
RnB in the morning,
That's what I colligate.
And I'm just tryna figure
Out the perfect volume,
One home-fit, comfy,
That sky betwixt damage
and affectionate therapy.


#ts #fg #btf #nstga

And all horses,
With their beauty
And fur're purple.
All is regal,
All things are kings',
All's beautiful.

#ts #nss

On the slippery see-saw
Where the girl goes EEW!
Is a boy slippery-sau-cey
Before he goes WEE!

#ts #nsns #nss

Mother butterflies,
And women,
With their wings
By storms broken,
And their pain
In silence hidden,
As nature's rest, forgive,
And grow their young
Ones into storms,
Beautiful storms.

#ts #btf

Palms for a pillow,
Thoughts in place.
I really like myself
Consumed by places,
Quiet, still places.

#ts #wrds

Merci d'etre toi