pre-subliminationa few years back you drownedpre-sublimination1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
yourself nightly, face-down
and bloated, infatuated
with the moon's pearly depressions.
in darkness, I’d remembered you as
the theoretical portrait you used
to define death to different
philosophers. but now, a long
and simple time exceeds your careful
skin, your embryonic forms bruising
beneath quietudes where i had promised
you absolution and developed things,
and you kept still like a planet.
the letters you wrote from loved to lonely
were there when you peeled back my teachings,
because the skin beneath my thoughts
was your one taste of honest stillness
without newspaper words calling themselves
over, heady and apologetic, like lineal
beauties mating with the ambience.
you prophesized your own downfall
and romanticized it, noting only
the longevity of the paper doll people with
champagne sincerities frothing from their lips,
instead of the muffled pulse they carried
in weakness. and when you scar,
not beautifully, you will begin
to honor the treas
When the happier side ends the sameWhen things got heavy, I relied on you.When the happier side ends the same1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Me and you, we were supposed to get through.
But with wasted worry, and shadowed doubt,
What we had suffered an endless drought.
The spirits have disagreed. my heart no longer beats.
They're enraged. I see no light.
They wish to take me. I'm dying.
I can see eternity in their eyes. You're not there.
This place is all but forsaken. It is heavenly.
They wish to torture me. My white wings have grown.
The fire awaits me. My halo shines bright.
The pain is too much. I am happy beyond belief.
Was any of it worth it? It was all worth it to be here.
I lost everything. I gained everything.
I should have done something differently. I did everything right.
I wish I were dead. I wish I were dead.