Ignorant Bliss

I hate to love my golden cloak. An unending hatred of love. This love of self. Of sapphire and caramel. A mirror and eyes whisper.

Within the Silence

We forgot our language. It speaks in dreams. The body detaches from itself. I shudder in dusk. I forgot how to speak. This verse. This tongue.

A Temporary Pain

I may hurt now but not forever Feel her now and then release her

The Touch

We fall in lust. We die here. Love is the dream. One self remains.

To Be in Innocence/ Newborn

How short this existence is. I deceive myself. I became human. We all did. From innocence to sin. I yearn to be unpolluted again. We watch each other. Their souls in their eyes.

On Skin

It is labeled an obsession. I do not wish to live inside myself. Instead, my soul might wander like a ghost, untethered with grace. Translucent and empty. Who is to say who is the ghost? I wear the cloak. I drown. I smile. I pretend.

An Abundance of Doors

To love. For a love that simmers into dormancy. A deep slumber and mechanical lifestyle. Everything forgets itself at the door. Left in puddles for dreamlike ideas within unattainable nostalgia. Nothing comes to the door anymore. We forget ourselves.

The Art of Hiding

I sometimes wonder if I will face myself. To look in the eyes. I miss how it was. Not the beginning moments but in the progression of self. How we diminished ourselves to become one. How every stranger was my soulmate. How now writing this, I understand I came here to escape but all remains…

Held Within the Wall

How I fantasize about empty golden sunsets and eyes. I see the eyes of each person I yearn for as they dance along the ancient walls. Like little prayers or little pupils slipped between cracks. Always watching us. Always watching the lips. As they ask for forgiveness.

Shapes of Love

Superiority of possession To compensate for beauty. Danger in lying Dangerous beauty Beauty who lies

Sky of Smoke

This October hurts of ash and bleeding sun The veil I cast upon myself makes it difficult to breathe without the crumble