Into my mind
What is it like to take a stroll? beyond transient thoughts and thy control through unfathomed labyrinths of thy mind to perceive dimensions lost in time realms conceived be sketched in shards concealed within thy house of cards thoughts evolved through collapse and creation to discern fragments of thy imagination among an eternity of realities confiscated as poetry in my mind it thus manifested
“After all this time?”
“Always” Some people, some feelings, some moments lost in time, run timelessly through your veins and scars. Too precious, too innocent, too nostalgic to let go. Even if you have settled for a different reality. Eventually they become the song you avoid, or the song that makes you smile with a glisten in your eyes. Sometimes they drip out of your fingertips. On to paper.
How Would Words Have Known You
Prose — She surrendered to the cold ink falling on her tiny mundane body, draping her entirety, tainting her innocuous scars a midnight blue. While a myriad of golden blemishes scintillated, creating galaxies on her skin. Her eyes wore a reflection of charcoal skies that dissolved in tears of cerulean, weeping along silver crevices that were formed when the world was too cruel for her; seeping through ebony cracks and fractures of her bones, patched together by silk threads of imperfection, embellished with acrylic dabs of cosmic crimson; soaking the entire canvas of her soul. She let herself drown in the blue ink that flowed through her dior-stained veins, proliferating into rivers of ancestral structures— the epitome of esoteric beauty; the quintessence of flawed perfection. Drenched in the unfiltered rawness of muliebrity, she became the colour of music, a poetic masterpiece.
(n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are — She walks like a flawed kalopsia In a fractured fantasy Running from inescapable miseries Of impending reality Seeping in through the seams Her perfect paradisiacal world Collapsing beneath her pretty feet Look at her frail mundane hands Trying to grab onto insanity And time Sliping between her fingers Like mercury
Poetry — She paints herself in honey apricot fairytales Soaking in the scent of cherry blossom rains Stacking dried flowers in vintage journals Reeking of lavender, pondweed, and wild roses Slender fingers brushing back chocolate curls Blushing pink cotton candy while her lips twirl When she dreams of secret kisses, and wonderland Holding tightly onto your hand Oh! So sweet, so innocent, so young!
I’ve made you Immortal
Poetry — I’ve grappled unknown space Got lost in the vastness And drunk on stardust Trying to hide the madness In tangled galaxies I’ve traced constellations Sailed oceans of moonlight Survived storms of asteroids Trying to find you In celestial infinities I’ve lost my mind Among the chaos of collisions Drowned in black holes of obsession Trying to have you In my ethereal fantasies I carved your name on astro-petals Embodied your smile in the stars Sketched till I bled over the heavens Trying to hide you forever In my poetry