they're not here.

[eyessettokill]

I dream of massacres. Of great rivers of red, carved through flesh. I see myself in the reflection of holy water. I am content.

happiness is not for me.

[eyessettokill]

Spring is birth. Summer is life. Autumn is death. And after autumn comes winter. But what comes after death? Just lying in a coffin. Will winter ever end?

a story about a ribcage.

[eyessettokill]

My brother plays the piano And I remember our childhood days There is beauty in tragedy, they say And yet all I do Is remember the day We played hide and seek In the apple garden So green Now the birds have flown It's autumn here And my brother too - He was a bird.

i miss him.

[eyessettokill]

Sometimes I don't write down my poems. Because they are for the moment. They are The Moment.

when our eyes meet.

[eyessettokill]

There are constellations in your eyes. And I'm a stargazer.

in the dark.

[eyessettokill]

Footsteps I run down the stairs Hoping that maybe this time You'll let me say Goodbye.

my summer.

[eyessettokill]

Be gentle my ghost I am made of fallen leaves from last autumn when you held my hand and said I have to go.

home.

[eyessettokill]

I am heavensent and you are hellbound. You let the world go while I--- am the world.

in your eyes.

[eyessettokill]

His heart is not made of ice. Ice melts from heat. It turns into soft water you can dip your fingers into. His heart is not made of stone. Stone erodes over time, until it is shaped to the will of the river, the desert, the waves. His heart is not made of stars. Stars will give their light to those who are willing to wait for them. "What is his heart made of then?" you ask. His heart is not made. It is gone.

and gone again.

[eyessettokill]

Your heart has wings, but a ribcage is still a cage. Then HE comes along - hands ready to kill. Bones are cracked open, and the bird can fly free. And from his lips you hear; my dear, now you belong to me.

words you wanted to hear.

[eyessettokill]

Poems should be read over and over again, and each time, you can pretend - that it was written only for you.

maybe it was.

[eyessettokill]

The horizon is calling for you to step over the edge. To become ONE with the time you've been wasting. Or - waiting. For this.

Go.

[eyessettokill]

Icarus flew too close to the Sun, and melted his wings. But imagine - the Sun growing wings. Melting from its own heat. And from then on, it descends into the darkness of space. Lost.

In time.

[eyessettokill]

I am the wind. Sailors pray for me to have mercy. They pray for me to take them to a safe harbor. The ocean bends to my will. I am the maker of waves. Sometimes, I am a breeze - other times I am a storm. Sometimes I ghost along the coastline. And sometimes - just sometimes: I am a hurricane.

do you think I’ll take you home?

[eyessettokill]

You have been wandering through the desert for years. Then you find ME, an oasis. "DO NOT DRINK", the words are your enemy. You will defy. The first drop touches your tongue and it is heaven. Just one more, you say to yourself, again, and again, and again. But I am poison. But I am death. Clawing at the ocean surface, you are grateful, for you are welcoming this death. You are welcoming ME. Drowning is better than dying of thirst.

waves.

[eyessettokill]

The story that they were telling were not about them / they were just dreaming, and not even about the same thing.

not meant to be.

[eyessettokill]

There was a chessboard, placed by the window. The pieces got to glance out at the world, before being taken out to war. Again and again and again.

and again.