Don't wake us up when tomorrow arrives, we'd rather be dreamers

domingo, 17 de agosto de 2014

sábado, 16 de agosto de 2014

place two pennies in my eyes (meet me when the sky falls down)

that's the name your mind gave you
is what your life wakes to
I am
is a lie you try to unravel
too often
I am here
where the location is never quite specified
but all around
for these eyes to cry
my hands to refrain
and my feet to grip unwillingly
while holding my breath

The quiet place
underneath my tongue
is full of dormant lullabies,
and my lips do more zealously imprison them
than the words that carry knives
and ring sharp

(Let me scribble
this note for you
-while I can-
from my neurons to the tenderness of my fingers:
I love you)

The soil of my past
is yet barren 
and the broadcast does not anticipate
storms to come
and I cannot will
even the draft
of a draught
or untighten  my hands
to reach for the Sun 

There are worlds inside of me
that haven't heard of universes,
and I contemplate them casually
I rejoice,
glad to know that I know
a little more
(but only from the outside)

The softness of your palm
would be too rough
to strain me down
but I would thank you
for the alibi
The scraps in this skin
came directly from my mind
and you are
just a gentle

I will clean myself another day
and forgo a new start
just for now
just for everyday
just forever

I clasp the solitude
within my ribcage,
my heart has liquefied,
my blood is a thick mass

I thought I ate the key
but now I assume
it was never found,
like the path this body takes
every now and then

You are a demon
and your freckles are stars
or perhaps scars
or maybe both at the same time
I could taste nebulae
with the tip of my tongue

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2014

Cada vez más cercano
está el momento
en el que decidiré desaparecer