I
The world is saturated
With things unexplained
Yet you examine fiction as a lie
II
What would an ocean of sadness look like?
Would it be calm, no waves or tides
An entity of eternal stillness
Or would it have storms brewing
Unable to hide the anger within
III
You think you deserve grace
You?
Who condemned me to pain
Of frightful nights, dysphoric days
Now you have amends to make
Seek salvation in absolution
Your last act of cruelty,
This debt
For I must forgive and forget
But tell me, my love
Have you forgiven yourself yet?
IV
Don’t seek me,
The more you dig,
You’ll find the remains
Of life and decay
My creations,
And their little games
I nourish them,
As they tear open each other,
A tribute of flesh
To pay me back…
Don’t seek to understand me,
I am just a stage,
For this cosmic play
V
such a tragedy, a poet laments
killing their words before
the cultures receiving them resents
their poems that barely make sense
VI
I want to talk
real words
of what I think
let me borrow
the ones I don't
I beg for sanity
but the world
is silent
please
VII
she held
on to the petunias
purple fingers– firewood
they are burning her alive
she ran
hunted by the silence
scarlet heart– bleeding
a thornless lily dares to survive
VIII
the day mountains walked
trees danced
and rivers wore
the clouds as crown
finding this world
gone insane
we learned to love
amidst fire and rain
IX
I steal words
no, not from a dictionary
but from you,
when you've tainted them
with emotions of all kinds
the merry words or
the melancholic ones,
so sublime
or words fueled with fire
maybe marinated in fright
I steal words
string them together
a poem I call mine
X
a life of imagined love,
of warmth craved
by tender heart in sunshine
will it measure?
I fear-- the rose is only
beautiful in my mind