Alisa.

Her words drive me wild.
I'm feral for her -
powerless to her persuasion.
Maybe in another life
our spirits intertwined
or maybe I just
lust after her syllables
in every lifetime.

warning.

Her seduction is real
and I’m back to casting spells
to ward off her spirit.
I leave the blood on my hands
as a warning to others.

whirlwind.

I'm a whirlwind

 

 

and a fraud.

the weakness.

Sacrifices abound,
yours not mine,
but in time I find the flaws
in my reasoning, and
I know I shouldn't
(and won't) ask for
that which I want most.

I pray this isn't
the end of the line
but this time I understand
the folly is all mine.

The truth leaves a mark, and
another lump in my throat.

future history.

I’d stand aside
while you’re winding me up.
Got me geeked and teed feverishly,
keeping track of my feet
by tripping repeatedly.
Whose side are you on, Eternity?!
I’ll weather your more trechered
infinities; bind myself to time always waiting
for the right rhyme to strike and knowing
it’ll be the death of me.
I’m currently possessed by my
selfish selflessness,
trying to pry decisions
from my muted tongue.
History’s a bitch, but I
think I’ll let it slide this time alongside
the most wishful of my thinking:

leave all the best things unsaid.

the haunting.

phantom feelings
/future memories
/slivers of time

lost and unlocked,
haunt me

implications of language.

My words burn, spewing lava.
The implications of language;
speaking in tongues, I'm
sending secret incantations your way.
(second degree burns)

strange desire.

This city’s growing jungles in my eyes
as my feverlust intensifies.

Lay down for me.

I’m the product of my impatience,
approaching heaven,
and I’m on the hunt again.
I’ll simply destroy you.

This city will be ash in the wake of your destruction.

communion.

You’re speaking in tongues again,
or maybe that’s me
defying the defined and fleeing sanity.
I’ve been communing with the dead
and we all seem to agree:
I’m not really sleeping.
I’ve carved a nest for myself
in your hallowed tree, and now
I’m waiting for the weather to forsake me.
You’ve never been on your own long
so you take in stride my every absurdity.

There’s a spark in your eyes tempting me.

crystal eyes.

Sometimes even destruction
is an act of love,
you spew as you
crystalize my insides.
You make it rain diamonds
and I’m afraid to blink.

clean.

Your sweetness is lost on me.
I'm used to
the soot we spill
and the bile
we pass back and forth
between our dirty mouths.

But
your mouth always seems so clean
at the end.