(lies)
feeling is omnipotent-
slugs through your veins.
slugs from bullets
slugs, as snails sans shells
last living souls,
in seas of my imagination
seas of my dreams-
be together in a ghost-life
parkways and scraper sides
(pass me by, infatuation)
only the present reigns king.
alphabet patterns- linear through
coded thoughts, directed wrongly.
i worry im not making any sense.
(but with these disorganized words in this mix-and-match mind of mine,
maybe i will make some sense to...)
someone who needs it.
will this punctuation
metaphor of ocean
to sea to
wildflower and
lover-
pass from my mind to yours?
its a desire
(incomplete)
complex, that i can not comprehend,
my lust resides not in people;
rather this concept of
dissonant music passed off as magic literature
and
beautiful masterpieces (da vinicis, leonardos, boticellis), left to rot.
(just like me,
just as i was)
how to love something
one-dimensional.
it fills me with light euphoria
to know the best parts of me,
my emotion my empathy my beautiful compassion and sympathy-
reside outside of this people-realm
skilter off, as no human hands
no "flaws of mortality"
can ever touch it (again)
...
my bliss consumes me indefinitely
and i relish in it.
YOU ARE READING
NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
