Satellite
You, the satellite filling the sky
Looking down on me as you often do
Tell me what do you see,
As you circle my world
Do your metallic limbs stiffen when you see my smile
Or do they remain lifeless, the ones I'm all too familiar with
Envy turns my teeth chattering and my eyes swollen
You, getting to hold the stars
As I get to cry beneath them
You soak up the suns warmth, less delayed
You, actual freedom
You, shiny even in the day
I don't envy you
I envy your strength to get away
I guess I'm too attached
Too many feelings demanding to be felt
Do you feel sad way up there?
The Owl at the Tennis Court
short and thin
thick feathers dancing in the wind
sitting on the gate
statue face
how hard I try making my eyes as wide as your own
deep black sky, eating away time
soon to fly again
for now each of my limbs lay stiff
widening my shoulders for you
land here, if you'd like
sitting on the gate
fixated stare
how hard I try making my stare pierce as yours does
taunt me
tantalizing, your allure so magnificent
I'll be the field mouse, if you'd like
sitting on the gate
time to fly away
see you tomorrow, same time
Rooms
there are no voids in me
only furnished rooms awaiting company
room in my foot, so we can dance amongst the
Stars
my knee, so we can crawl along beaches of gold
my thigh, so we can glide over silk sheets
my belly, so we can digest the world
my chest, so we can breathe adventure
my neck, so we can sing melodies of love
my ears, to hear your every sound
my eyes, to see every beautiful movement
my nose, to smell the intoxicating scent called you
my mouth, to taste your lips
and my head, to be filled with memories, of you
Bad Magic Indeed
Not my real name, but could be.
I went through some really rough times.
Always with a small pair of eyes
Looking up at me for strength,
reason, explanation.
Finally she asked me why
All these bad things were happening.
Why did he leave us?
Why is the world turning upside down?
The only answer I could think of
was bad magic.
After that, when things went wrong
She looked at me and we laughed
Instead of crying....and she said
It's just bad magic, Mom <3
Neptune (from the crypt)
Of a dying earth springs forth a sea of gold.
And you, with flying mane and thunderous cadence
Bring me to the ocean’s turmoil.
It steals my breath, the salt, the sting!
With powerful swiftness you launch
Into the waves.
I sit, chilled, with no more to go
But beneath the surface of a dying sea.
The angry trident rises,
From a vessel pulled by three.
And up in front you reach,
To slap and strike at the fire
Sinking out of sight.
Behind and far the ice giant waits,
The seven before him burning.
You land and splash and scream.
I hold on, wet and chilled and reborn
The brick and mortar,
The fallen children of a mighty king
Rise in ruin before us.
Words of scripted protest
In red and blue and black,
“The end is near”
“The end is here.”
The earth trembles.
The old god calls again.
You bow your head and run.
Oh Bad Girl
She is a bad girl
And no
Not the girl you just pictured
She is neither dark nor fixated in the details of depression
She wrote between your words and beneath the lines
She is a bad girl
The blur in the background
The cropped piece of life
And the smudge
Her straight lines create swirls in your mind
And no
She isn't the epitome of existential crisis
She is a bad girl
And yes
She will never be the girl you picture
Good Enough
You live in a world of broken locks and analog clocks
Where you don't have time to tell the time
Or the funds to fix the locks, so they stay
The paint on every wall is chipping
And the nest of birds outside your window won't stop chirping
Sometimes the refrigerator just stops working
And the faucet water has not been treated
And you hate that your landlord is called a landlord
Because he shouldn't be allowed to own anything
His lack of upkeep kept the kitchen sink useless
And every time you flip a light switch
The 10 minute wait for them to actually produce light
Gives you plenty of time to think about a different life
One where you come home from work and lock the door behind you
Paint chips don't fill your lungs and the refrigerator
keeps its promise of keeping the milk cold
And you wash away the day with water not meant for sewer drains
A life where your pay can get you something maybe just a little bit better
But you still come home every day and say, good enough
Even though it's not
Blue Painted Lamp
fragile walls stripped by light
crumbling floor boards and soggy carpet
just a table here with the blue painted lamp
he is long and wired, faced towards the sky
nearest him is the brightest
although he radiates further than you
he sits still and you feel him around you
lighting you up
bouncing off these fragile walls onto you
sticking like he never has to leave
hot and bright, tilted head
he fills up the room, every corner belonging to him
he feels powerful and you like that
he feels powerful and you like that
he feels powerful and you like that
but he forgot, with a slight tug
you have the power to turn him off
so he sinks down to a small flicker
he is the blue painted lamp in the corner
the light that fills the room
the eyes illuminated
And he is powerful, but not on his own
For Right Now
An untainted breath fills my lungs
Tingling from an unexpected breeze
The moon so curved to the point
I imagine my body
Silhouette matching the moon
Dark colors invading my eyes
Bringing my senses to life
Wet grass so curved to the point
My body's imprint lay there lifeless
Wet grass cold to the touch
Shiver sent goosebumps
Chasing each other in a game of tag
Your lips so curved to the point
Fingers opening to the sight
I only want to know of curved lips
Eclipse of a mouth
As foggy mirrors lay in between
Stars like bonfires of reaching wood
Covering me in an unfamiliar scent
Asking each moment to be followed
By an even greater gift
This life so curved to the point
Destination
Give me journey