Lampshade July,

it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight

-s's.

the body

seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.

but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.

know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.

i love you because you’re alive.

i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.

— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.

things don't have to make sense,

these layers of batter and words

bake warmly in my oven-like mind:

the place that nobody else can pry open.

my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts

and desert gold mines

things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,

obsessed with them

I just try to take my mind off of

anything as far as my eyes can see

and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache

-s's.

A dive this way

In some way, at dusk, somehow tired, I entertain myself with you.

I remember your face almost vague  and a misty smile.

I hear a voice clear as crystal, but this is what is odd:

I see a window within a window. 

Oct 2023

Abandoned with what you are, that is the test

And In the twist of it all there is

A cave for all your thoughts, bright or dark

Engulfed in your breath

Thinking things you will regret

I wrote it down,

But I won’t pass

I have my way

anytime now

-s’s.

swinger of town

You swing lowland

 back to high 

Time and time again

unreal for a town that shies away

and prefers the curtains in the saloon not to sway.

Dust-covered;

you will blow it off

luster drives you where you want

get out of blood network

How long do you keep pumping them out of your blood through writing,

Only for them to loiter by your veins and come right back in?

Let me see what happens

I dried like fruit under the sun

my high hopes, they created themselves

an ugly subtle reflection of you

I tried to wait out see where it'd move

if it doesn't, then I'm stuck

in unfettered visions.

-s's.

I set my eyes forward, still

and pray

I sit alone, watch the streetlights decay

now my room is frozen black

Distant whistles of the train

I’m amused by hypothetical pain

I sit here and think of what I would say

I set my eyes on the wall

and pray

-s’s.

i forgot my redwood

dream up north

obscene, silhouette trees

Gazing downward carefully

how can I escape just enough

that I won’t be able to recognize anything