(XI)

within the spaces of my ribs hid a scar;
a fossil of virulent sayings and decaying pasts.

i cried tears of aureate;
ingredients from the ghosts that live in my eyes.

vaporised tears; through a cohesion with eucalyptus scented air;
this will all end in a victorious dance.

(X)

you sharpened his dreams and slit his throat and threw him off board;
you forgot that you never knew how to sail a ship.

(IX)

(drew this at 4:30 in the morning)
Still I recall, with cinnamon breaths and a translucent voice, you said you would help me. You knew I couldn't swim, and yet, you let me drown in my mind and in my tears. I knew, when I was in darkness, I should have wished for the Sun, instead of a candle.

(VIII)

You're a star; and staring at a star for too long will burn your eyes.

(VII)

I have an impotence of simply parting
my lips, and releasing the livid symphony
of its binds (of rusty fear and folly and soliloquy).

And soon it will haunt me.

(VI)

I am

     f
          a
               l
                   l
                       i
                            n
                                 g.

(V)

All of the sad songs my heart had sung, I have been sweeping them under the rug. The songs have now turned to dust; the pile could not grow any larger,

the wind then swept the dust into my eyes.

(IV)

Her red eyes tell me that she has been crying. The dark crescents beneath them tells me she hasn't been sleeping. The scars on her knuckles tell me she has been hurting.

They had forgotten to water the rose. Now it's petals are falling.

(III)

even through the thick wools of bedsheets, penetrates the air, bleak and haunting -- my skin is frozen.

(II)

I have been ripping pages out of my journals and throwing them into the fire. The papers burn, but the words don't.

(I)

The past has bruised my heart, deeper than wounds can show and sharper than knives can cut.