Beauty in the words.

I stained my teeth an Arctic white and these roses sprung like summer tents across my lips: The blood invading the snow.

E. E. Cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis

Tidal Wave.

You are the tidal wave, and I am the fade.

Disappear into the mist, there is nothing left here to reminisce.

And they are making noise of joy, and songs about peace.

And they lean in close, they whisper "Love should feel good".

That's why so many failed to show up.

I don't have anything left inside you, or in me.

I sliced a hole inside my stomach to purge these feelings away.

I am much too full to be held tonight.

"Am I the only one you see?Raised from the path of revelrySpells fall frailWebs catching sailIn eternal eternitiesDivine purpose catching free"

Oil & Water.

Subtract me from my brain, just two seconds.
All I ever need, exhale, I'm at the bottom of the river.
Undisturbed, trying to gather my belongings.
I can't tell what I started out with, what is this, who is this?
I'm choosing some words, hold onto them dearly.
And I'll pray that they never eat me alive...
And I'll pray for you and your eyes,
That you in this disgusting world can never see me like this.
And asking for help now is committing a crime to the mind.

Sanctuary.

Black on black.
This rainfall is abusively slamming itself down on the pavement.
These butterflies still flutter inside my stomach.
Trapped behind a heavy liner of plastic wrap and tacky glue.
Bubbles forming only to explode.
Their wings to dust, and all hearts to slack.
The dust to build a sanctuary for a new heart.
I want to wrap myself around the battle fields, blow up this cocoon of chaos.
I want to melt between the two strange figures, blow up into the sky like a missile.
Evaporate from your atmosphere, only to keep falling forever more.

Visible World - Richard Siken