The Undiscovered Ordinary

Nocturna

Follow me,
how often can we heal?
Screaming,
Why can you not hear me?
Am I not making myself
clear?

I'm burning and searing
with this pain
and now i lay here
dreaming of my
non-existent love,
I bleed my desires
and find no
sense in finding answers,
no sense in reaching
for your touch

Melt into my eyes,
seep into my mind
recognize,
there you are,
of what little
you left behind

etching, these wounds
won't cease
to penetrate,
how did i come to this?
again, my body trapped in
this abyss, of need, of shame
crying to get rid of what i lay.

i'm sorry that i made
this such a mess,
I hope you sleep
knowing I will end,
once this mind is clear,
once we realize
our solace is not
something we should
fear.

Fractures

Tie me up
A rope seared with my intentions
Bathe me in your tears of regret
I’m waiting for you to return

Where are you in the
bites carved on my skin?
In the torture of your presence
Are we leaving, wasted in the ground?

Memories are my fears
Your pictures stained and tainted
I don’t see you in my mind
I’ve entered broken-hearted

These traces of immaturity
Hidden by my disguise
Reveal sorrow in my eyes
Let me enjoy this riot

Leave me be
How could you do what
you did not mean?
Untie these ropes, set me free.


Your’s truly
Fractures.

TRIADS OF CIRCLES
i have found the carbon copy
i choose to ignore
i choose to lie in the middle of the street
i choose my triads of circles

sound me off and go
play a modern stigmata rise and shine
sterdy wires
connections non sensible

somehow im floating
taken apart
slowy tumbling away
for no real reasons

iv'e got a melting pot
only filled with searing questions
i don't know how to tell you this
what a sacrifice, what a conclusion

warning signs
a rush to the head
in colors of blues, golds, and blacks
infinite has no answers
no longer does the past

im dedicated to love you
what control do i seek after?
we are more than friends
we are structure, we are plastic

what a passion, what a denial..

On Sight of Perfect Landings


On a good day, she walks outside and
sees the world as a cycle of curiosities
and beginnings.
On a good day, her friends cheer and
call her name.
On a good day, love is never ending
and comes to her from all directions.
On a good day, she smiles and laughs
on sight of perfect landings.

But on the one day, when she can’t
take it anymore..
Her room becomes her cell
Her tears become her healers
Her memories become her enemies
Her past becomes her reality

She begins to realize that there’s
no way of knowing.
There’s no way of ever being certain.
Everything is listed and the world is
keeping score.

On a good day, she is no longer
disappointed.
On a good day, she is simply ordinary

Faces of Desire

Character, burning bright
Holding onto forms of disclosure
Wild in natural ignorance
Stable in sense, in the constant

Coverage is going down, down
Tricks of driven stubborn lives
Hard-headed, close-minded
But nothing is forever

Nothing adds and nothing goes
In details, in numbers, in
repeating circadian patterns
In the faces of desire

Traces of incoherent dreams
Thoughts of seas of need
Wounds worn of cold design
The saving grace of crime

Beat the signs, the clues
Follow the perfect line
In the faces of desire,
Come closer, step no further

Step no further, out of sight…