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A Few Fireflies, Those Dragonflies, & A Hundred Butterflies
Forever beat up
Insouciant, without manners
Habitual feigning—
Forest I
Sleeping while awake
A log must notice mushrooms
—Feeding off of him
motionless flow of
war paint
tears of lost mountains
rock as bone
tree as flesh
sky as lips
oh, obscine moon, pruned-trimmed
drowened in 3/4 crush
incohabitated orphaned rock
water as saliva
breeze as love
light, as air
distance as mind when
fingers caress sound
angles of floods
yet to be spat out
sculpted plasma ostuarieris
amputated, stained
Lets go! They cannot keep us
From what we own!
Were lost for days
Treading a thousand thoughts!
Wait! Stop!
Everyplace is a house we then realize
Stop worrying, please come take a seat!
Theres thousands!
Follow me through all of these doors!
This place is strange, this place is gray, miserable chain!
We need to get away!
where are we? We've been out here all damn day!
Well never find the secret!
Dont you miss us?
That girl, she knew where I was.
She located me because of my eyes.
I got you something you never even wanted
You were so thankful to the gesture and I saw
The intention went right through you
Please! Its only us!
None of it is real!
We exist to keep eachother real for now.
Maybe even later.
Lost ones found.
In vain I projected mine to yours -
polygonal waves came out to gush,
turning all substantial things to dust
that could've been used to bridge from me
to you.
What rhythms we'd created.
Now, when the land failed to stay, I walked
on the air as it turned to pixels;
fraying and then clumping in patterns
that were so precise, but couldn't be.
In a convulsive sequence they lit
and were so inviting and eager
for an unexpected step that feels
somehow
familiar - Resonating.
Eventually they forced me to dance
in order to proceed and survive.
But I didn't mind. A presence came
to accompany me in tandem,
mastering me in grace while never
showing its face.
“Lost Myself”
There is music playing in my head, as her bare feet glided across the stone pavers.
She was beautiful in her white funeral gown, with dead eyes she lead me to her own pyre.
I can see the flames burning away. I can feel the death creeping my way.
She comes to me in the image of beauty, a weakness in my heart she whispers to it.
Did I finally discover my insanity? Having conversations with myself.
“The vision of death dances on in my mind,
to lose myself within the thoughts I find.
Silly dreams of such childish things,
where imagination is left to decay
all hope for humanity will rot away.”
Dreams that always fade before they begin, now reaching for the nightmares for solace.
Trying to live in love, desperate to live with love. Just another reminder of a fallen angel.
Wandering a morally corrupt wasteland, knowing no one will ever understand.
“I traded the devil the best of myself,
and can think of a thousand reasons as to why I lost myself.
It's a fate that I deserve no less,
It's my date to reserve my death.”
Did I throw away my soul, did I abandon all hope. Lost myself to the madness.
Have I truly gave up on all of this? “The beauty behind the chaos.”
Trying to find myself in this darkness, following the scent of you.
Reserved my seat in hell as I followed the devil.
The skies will go dark and gray, the solemn moment before the rain.
When the heavens open up and the stars weep from above. “Wash away the pain.”
*Addendum*
I have been lost for so long, a voice with no song.
I can remember the day I would scream “Where do I belong?”
As grace continues to pass me by, a dream turned nightmare when I close my eyes.
Beautiful memories fade over time as the emptiness will only grow,
trying desperately to find myself before I lose even more control.
“With her finger she gently traces the beauty buried deep within my soul.
To wash the nightmares from this day, to keep the demons away.
She walks in a field of roses. In my dreams of ambrosia.
This reality we manifest is, 'experience this misery' we infect.
It's only when I find myself, can I escape from this hell.”