Bearing blame;
The same face that fueled
The flames of itself-
One that took your
mother’s father’s sister’s brother’s
mental health.
We always remember the story
slightly wrong–
This is a simply a song
a call
for hope in hopeless world,
for love in the midst of hatred’s,
for blades
and ideas of blades
to be forgotten.
This is what we’ve made;
Identifying problems
and whether or not
we bear the responsibility
to solve them.
.
.
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Watcher of itself.
What is health?
As I melt into the ether.
Tendons and tethers.
For now I am a feather-
Will I fringe words or aid flight?
will I dream,
will I dream
tonight?
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Behelit. inspired by Berserk. Shoutout to @abdulrhmaan For noticing my anime obsession shining through in my art. sticker design sent through the adobe illustrator phone app. –
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This is violent.
Obscure
Unsure;
Life can be a blur
If all you ever see is blood.
There is darkness in a name
Even devils fall in love.
Even angels make mistakes.
There is lightness in pain
The whole foundation has been shook
Change not at what
But how you look.
.
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Progress report–
got dem toenails gnarled real good.
–
Are you measured by your hatred
Or your love?
Are you resigned to be simply fated?
Take off your gloves
when you write your story
in blood..
.
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Non-dominant hand drawing
My heart is thawing
While my breath is slowing
Where is all the melting blood
going?
Where are all the the clean lungs?
There is a gap between seeing
And knowing.
I am finding balance between destroying
and growing.
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“Tengu Tongues”
—
I am in the cup I’m drinking
I wish I didn’t have a body
My hobby is stopping parts of me
From living.
Living is slipping through the cracks.
courage
Finding a home in the bliss of blank pages;
endurance
I live in poets’ rants.
I am in love with angels
I live in angles ;
the wounds that left them wingless
–
Shifting shadows– Red lace
The grace of raised spikes
and black knives called eyes
The Devil cries
in his sleep.
His tongue lies
in the mouth of this world.
But truth burns such hollow pages;
Pain poetically put
pries particles from their
first and only attempt at becoming
Something more
.
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There are so many people here
I wonder how many are in love
I wonder how much it hurts

Amirree,
they seem asleep-
those beautiful bastards
Are we wrought
as sad prisms?
are we filled
with errant sparks?
in sleep
in touching
I dance
you arc
(there are
no right places
to start)
between blades bolts
As a sculpt cuts cloud faces;
tracing weightlessness
in blame
we do not address
on the precipice
blessed
wretched
pain
yet still
with love she remains
even as our flood,
in touching blood,
rots wood as flame.

–

You are
the miraculous

We meet
between
heart-vines
and
a blind man’s light
Can we be felt as conscious lungs?
the way
two suns pray;
the reflection of
days
as
they
die

I will slide
across the sky
for you.

in that precious absence
sound
it swells
in silence.
bright choices rooted there
Dusk-clouds
meet wind-bells
as
the
day
smears

Do you hear them fade away?
You’ve cut me
always
in all ways
you stay
as the softest blade

while quiet hands
meet somber flames.

—

Amirree—
a dream of feeling loved

Emptiness,
it will find the full depth of your intent
despite all your attempts to hide.
Gravity will crush you
but first
it will save your life.

it’s not bad
that I’m sad
in fact
I’m glad

but it hurts
I am a knife turned inward
twisted grips
and
blurred innards

still–
it’s you
seeking me
in every dream
and
You found me finding
that there is
just one thing
space cannot take apart;
Love is the author of my Heart
Art is the start of my rebirth
part of the beauty in my charred corpse.

Breathing is a constant conversation
All of my neighbors are dead
We can finally turn up
My body is a game pad
Sometimes the buttons stick causing me to miss the final hit of my combo
Sometimes I tear dollar bills in half
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
I will live forever
I will be dead soon
The piano plays me
every single day
I am slowly going out of tune

My friends always wonder where I am–
Why I don’t spend as much time with them
Why I can’t smoke as much
Why I can’t drink as much
Why I can’t stop saying I love you
Why I can’t even figure out
who you are any more

My flirting is dismal
I am not here to be clever
I am here to dance by myself
and paint with my own blood