Soft little beating
In with the blackened ink heart
Inside my mouth
Endless germs spew venemous hate at my dismay
Dismantled dogs lay about my lawn
And I bite their bones
Belted laces wrapped in gold
Their pelts are my own weavings
Until my heart stops beating
I'll beat all my guilt
Into life
Within an inch of it
Change is within
My Treasure Trove of Sins
Licks from salt scar the tissues
And I'll keep dying
Eventually breaking life
A new asshole
Make it stink
Shining in the basking light these was these little specks of dust. They grew so violently, so extravagantly, until I blew it all up. I ended the shine, the mast, it broke. And the glimmer shined no more. It was lost, forgotten, a glimpse in my eye. Forever gone. Forever lost.
I am scared, numb and mindless with fear
Hunting for my translucent god
The figure I could never imagine
And the force that kept me going
Every door I see is dark
Every face is darker still
Sometimes I cannot see
Sometimes I cannot hear
Sometimes I cannot breathe
And the panic sets in
Colder than the fear
An answer to my prayer
Comes knocking on my wrist
The choice is made
One last breath
One last doubt
One last pain
My translucent god
Was never loud enough
-Melayna Ross
january vomits up what i don't know what to do with myself
its breeze that blows the dust from memories
framed anew, like new thoughts for me
new heavy thoughts of old times
but when i form your naked body there beside me
heavy in its pesence, its beauty, your glory
for it all to be so small again, like in august
you are my august
you are my golden sunlight
for such is the brightness of your soul i saw shining through your eyes
i looked into your eyes and said, he has blue eyes
i looked into your eyes and i was tortured
for to gaze into your eyes, into the perfection your soul
was a curse of petrarch
oh the eyes
the eyes