How We Sin

Flaming.
It’s the color of how we sin.
The swimming senses when all of the stars collide,
And the universe is one with us for once.

Bittersweet.
It’s the aftertaste of how we sin.
The flavor lingering between the lips,
And in each and every breath.

Stale.
It’s the ghost of the thought of how we sin.
Like the dust settling from a husk,
Slow, graceful, perpetually present; without end.

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The trees floating in the sky
With the brightest of the yellows and tangerines
And marshmallow clouds slightly burnt by the sun,
Its sweet pink and green and blue sweetness
Slowly oozing out like rain,
Our candy cane umbrellas at their mercy.

A spider weaving strings of rainbow
Amongst the branches of tootsie rolls,
By the river of legos and shoe laces and sugar cubes
Where unicorns play and bathe and drink,
And the pixies hailing cabs made of popcorn
To a far off place where a giant shoe sings.

Song In Repeat

It’s like a song in repeat,
A perpetual cycle of one, same thing
Going own in loops, forever
Until you shut it off– but you cannot.

It’s like a song in repeat,
The same old story again and again
And you’d only stop it, when you learned
It’ll never change– but you cannot.

It’s like a song in repeat,
Until you know all the words and notes,
And you’d sing it until you grow tired of it,
Until you’re sick of it– but you are not.

It’s like a song in repeat,
Until the images blend with what is real
And you think you’re in control,
That you can snuff it when you choose to– but you cannot.

Records In Her Head

The genuine smiles and innocence,
The truth in the words whispered closely to her ears,
The careful gaze of your eyes upon her face–
These are the records playing in her mind.

The stillness in the air,
The willing heart to carry on despite the brewing storm,
The unbendable trust to see you through–
These are the records playing in her mind.

The images burned in her memory,
The soud of your voice– your laughters, your cries,
The weight of your world you allowed to share with her–
These are the records playing in her mind.

The story slowly unraveling before her eyes,
The loss and abandonment, and the feeling of holding onto nothing,
All these are enough to shatter her: her heart and everything–
The records playing in her mind.

Records In Her Head

The genuine smiles and innocence,
The truth in the words whispered closely to her ears,
The careful gaze of your eyes upon her face–
These are the records playing in her mind.

The stillness in the air,
The willing heart to carry on despite the brewing storm,
The unbendable trust to see you through–
These are the records playing in her mind.

The images burned in her memory,
The soud of your voice– your laughters, your cries,
The weight of your world you allowed to share with her–
These are the records playing in her mind.

The story slowly unraveling before her eyes,
The loss and abandonment, and the feeling of holding onto nothing,
All these are enough to shatter her: her heart and everything–
The records playing in her mind.

I Keep Searching For It

I keep searching for it,
    The way my absence sets in your mind,
    The way my silence slips into you, like a mystery,
        like the ghost of a breath lingering long enough to be missed.

I keep searching for it,
    The way my poems paint your face in my mind,
    The way my words trace the landscape of your memories, like the sea,
        like the nooks and folds of my unmade bed.

I keep searching for it,
    The way my thoughts would find their way to you,
    The way my mind searches for you, a face and a name,
        like a shadow, a silhouette of an unnamed being,

I keep searching for it,
    I keep searching for you, and I did found you,
    In the multiple faces and varied voices, faces and names I’d soon forget,
        like a face painted upon layers and layers of images–
        imagined and real alike.

sarcasm

sarcasm is a great mask for self hate

im not trying to sound wise, experienced, or enlightened. i just realized it just now. maybe tomorrow morning, i’ll even forget about this. nadda nadda nadda.

ps. will someone please agree with me? i’d feel less crazy if so. :v