Eyes of MineIt hovers over the surface, scanning for an imperfection.It comes up empty, but doesn't stop searching.If my pupils were lasers, your neck would be slit,But at least you would know it was me.If my iris were replaceable, your neck would be collared;If my lashes thinker, you'd be tied to me forever.If my mouth were not drowning, I'd say you were mine.It bores into your skin, burning, stabbing, clawing.It doesn't hurt you or even touch you, so I quit.If my eyes stopped seeing, your neck would be black,But I know it would still be there - just not for me.If my iris were irreplaceable, you'd be free from my grasp;If my lashes weren't thick, you would never be bound.And since my mouth is still drowning, you may never be mine.
PhotosynthesisSearching for light in a forest of tall treesKeeping night for the small plants,That are stuck on the bottom;But determined are they that find a wayTo climb up the side with their vines.Reaching the top, the sunlight is a shockTo their system, making hot frictionFrom light on its skin, as water floods inAt the roots, and breathes in from its leavesThe exhales of man and the food for a plant.It recycles a breath for the best use of another,That's O2 for short, and starches and sugar.Glucose is release to finish the processOf a plant being fed by the sun, oxygen and water.
UntitledA mystery to me, my mind is uneasilyHiding from things that could seeIt's meaning, or...thoughts?I know that I think or...I think that I know,That my brain isn't dead because my headIsn't broken, just a home for this...space?So I hope that I'm real, after all,To feel would be nice for a change now thatEverything has meaning and I'm just...here?These words in my mouth are so foreign,And now I'm thinking of somethingsThat could sound like...myself?Though it's strange to believe that IHave a default mode that no one else has,So I can still just be...me?Even though it's a long shot,I know it's all I've got to hope for, for nowAs long as I'm still...undecided?
Deeper Than EternityBlood red bleeds behind meIn a bouquet of scarlet bumble bees,Buzzing in unison, matching the stepsAnd repeating the tapsOf my unsteady feet on concrete.I'm trudging, knee-deep,Fleeing from your memoriesThat infect my head with a diseaseYou've made from my apologies.Why can't "please" be the cure?All of life's yesterdaysKeep me a slave to your ways,Reminding this repentant soulOf a regret she's held...so,Since I'm strong enough, I took the blow.And now that I'm bruised,Black from your bitesThis giraffe will back out,Because though I stood tallFar greater was the fall you let me take...When I fell deeper than eternity.
Fly OnToenails for teethIn a mouth of dried tea bagsKeeping moist thieves' knivesThat make them retreatBack into long sleevesBecause shivers form quickerThan whispers in cold weather.Black dimes for eyesAnd white light to disguiseThe morality of nocturnal calamityShining bright in the afternoonOf nighttime under the full moon.Wearing webs as wingsTo catch flying thingsThat echo its scream; mist and steamIs winter's bite, but sight is blind,So shudders make up forThe blur in your brain.Out of cage, it's still tame becauseIn order to live, it relies on a civTo filter it's thoughtsSince it can't be taught to thinkOf this life as a giftWhen everything it does seems so wrong.And although he is strong,The guilt of a killer can spillThis bat's will to fly on.
Escape WishMy escape waits for me faithfullyAs the days slip away lazily,Waiting silently, it sits all alone,Unmoving. Quietly, it lets out a moan,Calling my fingers-The companion it craves,Someone who lingers,Who sits down for days at a time.Gliding playfully across the keys,Dancing gracefully, bending at its knees.And colorless stripes form songs with a touch,Spending entire nights and watchingThem pass in a rush.I'm now lost in the musicComing from this.I love to use it- my escape wish.