colliding
crashing
we fall.
it skips a beat.
calm and heavy.
repeat
repeat
repeat.

wiser than I,
I,
time.
the second hand.
moving,
never haulting.
crickets like chimes.
flesh,
stained wine.
ending with night.
flicking shadows,
gusted winds,
gave out the light.
days,
unnamed,
unnumbered.
next hour,
empty,
24,then
devored,
new night.
consumed.
ticking and tocking,
never haulting,
i move.

five fingers
drowning in touch
eyes are closed
but never shut.

fire is my lips
my hair is the wind,
sailing
waves clam then crashing
balancing.

this land,
growing distance.
floating,
water,
barrior,
shaped around us.

silence speaks
to lust.

red stained shoes
and snow kissed.
never lived
upon this gray.

and it chased me
once,
calling it
day.

poem

silence in the eyes
begging for noise
you devour your nothingness
the somethingness rests
debating,
with corner eye glances
your mouth salivating
for a taste
of what you hinder from your soul
but quietness doesnt suit you well
words are now your absent friends,
running around in your head.
safe,
your fear,
resting along,
until it became your tired presence.

writing

where we meet,
time to time,
i call it the season of dreams.

here i stand drenched
rough with sand and tastes of salt.

these limbs,
arms,
laying here useless,
no you to hold,

waking from a dream,
or dreaming under a coma?

real like honey pressed upon lips
uncertian like gold spun upon the moon.
laying,
like waiting and watching,
For a night eclipsed,
scattered with flying lights,
against the darkened sky.

poem

i am the ocean
deep
tranquil
crashing,
with force
like a drum.
soothing and
layered with mystery,
waiting to be conquered.
fierce i may move,
or calm.
the moon,
filling my soul
with guidence,
or distruction.
my god.
looking upon me.
sifting,
changing me.
a slave i am,
i surrender.