

omnipotent
omnipotent,
a trance
time is
home-made,
messy
from the
inside
I
make-up-universes
bound by
thought
I think I'm in
a trance
furthest from time
totality, I engulf
myself
infinitely
time is
a trance,
omnipotent
the mask
the comfort I had no longer fits
every iteration of myself exhausted
these days I am squirming and
yelling out to my former self,
punishing them for not sooner realizing
how wrong it felt to exist
the mask will crumble and reform
fit for a new face when I forget
it covers every orifice and
suffocates my hatred
a new flame brews behind my eyes
but only burns them, for I
can’t seem to contain the malice
outward completely.
the comfort I had is gone
every iteration of myself has given up.
final choice (super dark sorry lol)
the girl had a knife to her throat
alone, miles out on her boat
her mind was ablaze
with a choice to be made
will a hard bloodless body still float?
strobe
in faint, flashing lights
trouble seems afar
as the shade grows, we too
grow in comfort
yet as the lights agitate
and expand, it is clear
our worries are inevitable.
the shorter the string,
the less recoil from the blade
but the lights never seem to disappear
inspired by Waves of Matsushima by Tawaraya Sōtatsu
the waves wrapped around me like fingers
the ones that always pointed out something new
caressing nature in a wave of sound
overwhelming to soft ears
the leaves flutter with the pulse
coming from the slow earth
I want to move with you, earth
for you are full, and I empty
your textures created me
your height inspired me
your depth gave me a place to exist
your detail too immaculate to comprehend
you are the god with no face
emitting baffling complexity
for how long can I sit here in awe?
when I close my eyes
when I close my eyes
you smile at me
you tell me the things I need to hear
you caress my shoulder with the lightest touch
and kiss me on the forehead
with the most careful intention
when I close my eyes
my face is in your hands
your essence so close to me
I never could lose your smell
so I take a deeper breath
when I close my eyes
you see me for who I am
and you don't look away
you stare through me with gracious eyes
in this euphoria
how could I ever open them again?
intake
in-
describe in
detail
...
not enough
I need more questions
will you
never?
get the full picture
I worry
I am invisible
hardly clear to even myself
how could you
possibly
the
precision
undocumented
unappreciated
but I am still
bleeding from wounds
that have not yet been cut
do you
see them?
do you?
distracted
no -
come back
it is important you see this
no
this
this
nothing is clear
will you
help me?
I like the way I feel
I am
my skin to my skin
the motion soothes
the repetition is euphoric
a moment of silence
heaven for my thoughts
I am
the way purple and orange light bounce off of each other
in solitude
the colors sing to me
a spectrum
when I am comfortable
I am myself
I am creative and focused
and even if only for a while
my divergence is holy to me
hands
I sense you
through your hands
the work you do
the things you feel
the way you touch me
is like an encyclopedia
I caress your memories
I grab onto your fears
I embrace your craft
your touch is
energy everlasting
it’s actually a new relationship
pathetic. horizontal and hungry
I stained my new blanket with three days
worth of mucus
a lingering fire in my eyes
and a hovering shadow on my spirit
finally to be lifted by a new authenticity
and mutual freedom