Poetry

I find myself in the rocks crushing the waves,

Through the sheets that cover my lips with a foam

That bubbles at the peach coast for us to see-

But never to touch.

Bubbles rising higher,

Multiply through the sky,

Focusing on each one till they merge into

One big sphere.

You say it was a misunderstanding,

Shielding from the light, I wanted to finally ask

The consuming revelations a question:

Why me?

But all they ever do is chuckle these

I stand still, confused,

My eyebrows furrow as they stands in front of me

With bright smiles.

The air lights up with their presence, 

Dancing in the sun,

Down is the pool and everywhere are the eyes,

Both consume but only one can lie.

An oasis to some is water,

But he feels its heart.

Too loud it thumps,

The remembrance of my body betraying me,

Trembles my slewing stomach,

My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,

With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.

sewing soft stitches in unnerved unsteady lines 
still new at old practices, still young as the thread winds 
around a needle’s head, through the almost-fabric like 
skin. 

The fluids are slushing through my veins, 

Creeping through my blood, through my thoughts, 

Through each word I speak. 

A random Stranger saw me smiling in a cafe and took a picture of me

A nice one at that

For weeks, that Stranger would follow me home at night 

Cards are slapped down,

Hands meet over the pile,

Words that sound like hate from an outside ear,

Sound like love to me.

A flabbergasting victory,

Seldom a sorrow filled loss,

We, 

Humanity, 

Failed; 

We allowed,

All knowledge, 

All language, 

T0 be lost; 

Be better than us, 

Do not follow the dumb, the rich, the bias, 

Familiar is this earthly language, these archives full to the brim. 
It must be how the world got magic, these rhymes of life and limb.