And So Many Years Of Life Instilled,

A dive this way

In some way, at dusk, somehow tired, I entertain myself with you.

I remember your face almost vague  and a misty smile.

I hear a voice clear as crystal, but this is what is odd:

I see a window within a window. 

Oct 2023

something crawls out of landfill

something light and surprising

as I recall secret antics

I do to keep on watching

-s’s.

I am myself as one says I am,

Suggesting my home of a soul stay the way

I have been all morning sitting sitting sitting boring

-s’s.

I set my eyes forward, still

and pray

I sit alone, watch the streetlights decay

now my room is frozen black

Distant whistles of the train

I’m amused by hypothetical pain

I sit here and think of what I would say

I set my eyes on the wall

and pray

-s’s.

To protect me from piracy,

this ocean was diamond-cut sharp with danger

where waters will sting you mercilessly,

don't let me jump either

-s's.

but why

I swim close to electric currents and blue fire shorelines

And why do the girls get close to outer edge of their textiles

and take out tapestries in a rush to see them torn apart

from all that's good and plenty?

I stay close to eclectic women and new diamond landmines

but why?

It's for nothing.

-s's.

ghost of mist and pieces and trees

falling delightfully like fading spring

ghost of loss, of thought, of everything

-s’s.

the body

seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.

but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.

know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.

i love you because you’re alive.

i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.

— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.

I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later

-s's.

Let me see what happens

I dried like fruit under the sun

my high hopes, they created themselves

an ugly subtle reflection of you

I tried to wait out see where it'd move

if it doesn't, then I'm stuck

in unfettered visions.

-s's.