Poems and stuff

singularity

whats it like to be you for a day?

slide into your boots

crawl into your skin 

unzip that dead heart of yours 

and call my life a sin

who am i?

the daunting question i leave to myself

with god in my reflection

stare into my wide palms 

with no clear direction

create and destroy 

a gift we both obtain

desire can never fade

oh, you person of mirrors

reflection is how you are made

-that person of mirrors

another one of those stamps

to quicken my pulse

we're back to talking

but not of problems or impulse

what was real between us?

i must've changed my memories again

but i hope i dont offend you

your handwriting and my tears

one thing more familiar than the other

and im racing through my fears

as our eyelashes hate to flutter

im avoiding altercations 

how can i find a way to tell you?

shall i scroll through the stations 

as we drive the unknown road too?

you wont know me the way i know myself

you see, im scared of everything and life itself

clearly im not good with words

and thinking is just as easy

maybe you are different now

i dont need to know what happened then, why, or how

leave it in the past to cry

where theres truth and not a single lie

tell me that im happy here

so i leave what i hold dear

-the peach rose

in a single moment

where the water turns to rum

and the silky air upon my skin

begins to feel so numb

its the moonlight and the stars 

that make the night so calm 

the sound of passing cars

and the red itch on my palm

but the single point of time 

can only ripple well

when its missing your divine

that was so impactful, i fell

and maybe stars do blow out in just 2 seconds

but the moon is still gazing down on us creatures

the moon is still shining 

through everything we went through

-the moon is still shining