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collide with meO, virgin ghost
collide with me
my eye is open, I am your target
I am
take me to your home, I take you into me
your cathedral is my spine
you are the lighthouse in my ashen ocean
black from my mind, turn on your light
I beg to lap you up like new milk
heaven crashed from orbitI'll read your psalm slashed palms
Callous claws prey heavenward
And His fists strike you back
Knees shattered hollow by snapping tongues
WavesCartographers cannot trace your ever-changing landscape
So I hike through your caverns pathless and unafraid
You are the siren boy with a head like waves
Thrashing about and yet you still allow
My meek little figure to lap at your ear
And slowly crawl in like a curious why

Thunderheads roar in your skies, calling me home
I venture through your woods of crystal and smoke
To find you singing me forward on storm etched stones

I spend years at the beach fumbling with rope, to build a steady craft
That will reach your throne
I bow at your feet, but you wear terror like a crown
My hands lick up your thighs and into your mind
As I crash
free writing practice: ii, Sometimes they wake upThe burning bush spoke to me
He said to close my eyes and count to three

I did as he said and I landed on graves
Of young babies and a sea of mothers
Resting hollowed in their arms
I walked through plague-like oceans
And landed at his feet
A thorn crowned angel
Bathed in fire
And death was a garden of fruit
He told me no tricks
No serpent tongue to take my rose
He fed my greed and pierced my chest
I saw wealth was a dead colossus
Damaged in the rain
And my head was the blank page
Where writers spit bile
And priests turn away
I will be the serpent tongue
The crowned angel of fire
Witches burning at their stakes
And the
In your headThat everything is with no reason
All tides are simple water
But they hit us the same
The monsters in your head
Are only in your head
Transfixed
Rushing down the cavern
They wipe you out
And you sleep
Bobbing in that ocean
A starry nighted motion
That rocks you into waking
milkWith fire, they carve incantations upon my crown
Speaking words that whisper loud

my veins feel like wires spitting currents like waves crashing
skull against rock, as the birds above fall like stars

the beat of the drum dances to ecstasy's whipping tongue
skyclad to take the milk of heaven in

when the eye opens, like the sky,
it too shall cough up milk
to feed the covetous teeth that crawl up our spines
the wyrms of gods past and those still to arrive
this is what i mean when i call you honey,she says regret is the dirtiest word in the english language, tells me it even tastes like a mouth full of grit and gravel, scraped  knees and honey[bee stings]. she smiles then, she laughs then, like she knows. and she does know, that we are all so regret-addled, and so regrettable. and she thinks it's funny. it is funny. so i laugh then, we both laugh. and the sound is like grit and gravel and scraped knees and honey [bee stings].

there is nothing wrong.
there is nothing wrong with this.
and we only regret it half as much as you might think.
drowningIf love was a storm, you’d be drowning
In the waves of lightning on the distance
Between me and the sky

Your body is above clichés
I’ll bury them deep in the mossy soil
Where they’ll blossom bright ideas and words never said

I’ll paint you peace of mind
Home for a voyeur’s jealous eyes
And name the mightiest of tempest heavens after you
they can't be takentheir bleach skin caught my eye
albino white against the wild
hair like bright sky electric in the briars

haloed sister gods shot down like fawn
Sanctification of the SodomiteA galloping halo in my head
Hums hymns against hybrid sins
Odd formations on my skin like maps
Leading me astray through sweat sodden paths
Navigated by flesh
A canonical thirst for hands
On hips, they swing open like holy books
A pendulum to cut me in half
Overflowing the brim
Feeling me
Filling me
Sirenum scopulimy bed hangs like cliffs
sharp edges under tide
two pearls, golden lined
on black, she sings me home
raptured, like gnosis
faded on wine
bedIt's a stabbing sight
Letting in the morning with a crack of the shades
And you forget you could page-turn horizons
Waft through free territory
Where acres are just beds
Made of fresh land

Wrinkles in the river
Tell remembered times
About old languages that could make you cry
About soft beds that carve away canyons
A speaking voice lifted from the earth
Begging you to remember
detachablei want to cut the men out from underneath my skin
my body bucks and shakes
another place
pulls at the cords embedded in me

i am not of here
your language is not my language
and the way you move your hands is strange to me
your people peer at me
and their eyes show me to be transparent

my form careens and wavers in alternation
i cannot record or observe myself
the air here shrouds me in plagues and sensitivities
my body is a battleground

i dreamed that i vomited out of my nose
and the space behind my right eyebrow collapsed
if i am only a shell for regurgitations of my surroundings
where does my image exist in full detail?
where did i hear
moani've got
my hands
between
your legs
and
you're keeping
your eyes
on
my mouth
and where-
ever it
chooses
to go,

i'm making good
decisions thus
far, at least
i think that's
what you're
trying to tell
me.
don't panicthis is the way i eat continents.
the flicker of the lightbulb right before it bursts,
that sound it makes before the life is taken straight
from its last spark.

let me eat this lightbulb, maybe it will concave my
insides, form my own grand canyon. no tourists
allowed, no pictures please. just let me myself and i
visit it over and over, the only wonder of the world
its encompassing is mine.

taste the way i am digging my pen into this page.
this is me telling the truth, this is when the
dinosaurs became extinct, this is when chernobyl
made her appearance. this is the way world war ii
started this is the off beat sound of t
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~ContagiousPixie Aug 16, 2012  Student Photographer
"my grey labyrinth lungs" :heart:
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~anotherforestfire Aug 17, 2012
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