grasp it while it sings in you ( take it, it’s yours )

hold it between your fingers

fibers of lost frequency

( taste the wild )

drink your soul . she said

these hours soaked in indigo blue

vibrant notions . flavors beating like a drum

under your tongue, it melts with a sizzle ( tickling atoms of thirst )

slow, tender and divine

( in your bones, it craves . in your spine, it sinks )

listen still

melody calls you . your name cradled in past dreams

( she whispered slowly )

with hunger, I ventured into your cosmos, mouth swallowing stars

lips grazing half-moons and heated suns

my ashes spoke of dark matter

dark crystals bathed in the light

glass tore my once skin, sharp pieces flooded my crimson . pale cells told me ( when it

cares, it dives... so deep )

no anesthetic to weaken the pleasure . don’t mellow poison if it sighs

it’s not poison if you’re still alive

emerging every time

you’re power, you bleed in colors . scars like tattoos imprint velvet to this being

(listen between sighs) these frequent murmurs

of sleeping lights on my heart, on my burning cold chest

grasp it while it sings in you

( take it, it’s yours )

always yours

( echos spread in my bloodstream )

measure my cells within your spine

pulse still...

beats

(closer)

beats

( smoother )

beats

(with you )

draw me in spring crimson

on your onyx sky

sketch me within you

.just... ( time stopped between moans )

grasp it while it sings in you

.

How can you tell me I'm wonderful,

but you're leaving;

That you don't want to hurt me,

but you're leaving;

You'll miss me, always remember me,

but you're leaving?

How can you say I deserve better,

when I'm not worth it to you;

That I deserve to have hope and happiness,

when I'm not worth it?

How can you claim you're not the man I want,

when you were everything to me,

and I'm obviously the one who's unwanted?

You were all I ever wanted.

Mother always told me it was a dangerous world for a girl.

Even more so if that girl had magic.

She said people loved to extinguish

the bright flames that raged and took home in our hearts.

Mother was magic and they snuffed her right out,

so in the end, she was right about the world.

Man is a cruel creature.

They’d destroy the ground they stood on

if they could make a pretty penny off of it.

The day they came, Mother was in the garden,

tending to to the temperamental cabbages poking out of the Earth.

I still remember

the color of her wings

as they dragged her

away.

They were a silvery purple

that caught and reflected the light

in a way that made you think

you were up in

space somewhere,

among the stars.

A hazy knock on the door to see you,

After years of no contact and rumors,

Standing with a baby boy and a look

Like you know you need help now.

I ask no questions and let you both in,

And you instantly beg me, pleading

He needs to be safe, and I can't...

I won't... I swear... Please... I need you.

No hesitation, I agree, but with conditions

I know will be broken before dawn breaks.

I don't want you to leave, but I already know

Because time doesn't change everything;

Just teaches us to no longer expect things.

You nod and introduce us to each other.

His large eyes watching vigilantly

As I introduce myself and talk to him

And ask him about himself though he refuses

most of my advances like you used to.

I feed both of you, despite the time,

And put you in the room and wait.

Ad daybreak, like clockwork, he screams

And I go in to calm him down again.

Alone in a room, clutching faded remnants,

I awake to tears on my pillow again.

What does success mean?

is it hard work?

or luck?

maybe cruelty?

why not everyone in this world is successful?

everyone wants to be happy

everyone wants to be successful

everyone wants a sweet life

everyone wants beauty

I know for sure:

there are many good people in this world

but not all of them are lucky!

why

why bad people are lucky too

If happiness is not a sweet life, then what?

are you happy in the poor state?

are you happy in a sick state?

are you happy in an impossible situation?

I believe happiness depends on money

this is true!

The problem is that goodness is not enough to be a rich person

so don't tell me "smart" opinion!

Recognize one fact:

the world is cruel

the world is unfair

the world is ignorant

the world is a liar

I know you want to make an opinion against me

but do not be in a hurry

look around and the world

look at those who die of hunger

look at those who die without hope

look at those who have been unjustly imprisoned

then you will understand me

be safe...