your dilated eyes
give me hope
for heartbreak
{an ode to you}
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your dilated eyes
give me hope
for heartbreak
{an ode to you}
blank walls
trapped in a ratrace
money of another day, for another day
desolate in a home that is not mine
longing for
intangible moments in time
moving with the wind of a drum no longer playing
a song stuck in my head
of lyrics from a time I no longer know
to build a home
alone in this room
blank walls fucking blank white walls
an ache of an in-between chapter
finding asylum in the dreams of solitude
made 3D
finding the dreams of asylum
were a nightmare
I merge into the blank walls
ink lines my skin, a way I wish memories would
stiff joints breed happy place thoughts
pain is only a memory, pleasure wins
the war of time
hushed moans in a room
of unallowed pleasure stolen in the night
a marker of time
hands on thighs
silhouetted karate fights
he throughs me on his shoulder
beach flirting friends of more
the war of time keep me
long journeys masked by joy
singing in the rain
a cliche worth the name
if you could see peace
you would look through
my
eyes
the war of time
chasing memories of more
melody makes us understand a language we don't
speak
belly laughs echo off winding streets
a shoulder touch, knee tease
cackling kids in the moonlight
sunsets melting into cold nights, fresh beers
heightened silliness
talk to my soul under the tiger striped sky
three spoons in a bed
sour cherry liquor heats my stomach
scarring the goosebumps
hushed moans in a crowded dorm
inseparable giggling girls
coffee and pastel de nata
a night with you, forever in me
a dusty monday
cool air smells of autumn
soft sun reminds us of times changing
a hammock squeaks, pages turn
a hammock sways in the portuguese sun
two girls with dreams in the clouds
spouting nonsense
cackling, knee slapping, finger hugs
all I dream of
is this feeling
to feel. forever
aloe guards the seashore, geckos hide from peering eyes
blue drowns my vision
breathing easy
in this hammock undeniably free and loved
portuguese sun in november
oh novemeber
how the sun reminds me of times changing
a leaf in my lungs
desperately searching for the relief of oxygen
my legs mechanically made
made, to sprint
to clear the mind
to clear the airways
trapped by this leaf, my lungs refuse
the ground my legs beg to tread
tissues feel like a third arm
health is fickle
the nicotine of exercise
oh, to cough out the leaf
soil rich in heritage
fuels the mouths of families
hunger for an intrinsic purpose
to reap the rewards of the seeds you sow
the land that feeds us
a city will never call me the same
feel the dirt in your toes
sun kisses your skin
float freely in rippling lakes
and know
this land will alway be your home
in a fairytale
goblins nibble your toes
I wouldn't trade
this moth in my mouth
for yours
I am home
in my skin
food is your friend
mirror dimorph me
my body is
my own
my home
eat your words
I am not hungry for your input
the faucet that feeds us
cleaning the parsnips that fill our soul
washing dried tears
cleaning dirt filled finger nails
what this faucet has seen
where do the pipes come from
the faucet that feeds us