#poetsanonymous

i saw constellations in your eyes

and with you

i didn’t see a whole new life

i saw another galaxy

i saw a future like the sky

every opportunity

with you i saw a family

and maybe i just fantasized

the way your eyes

had this way

of defying gravity

and i’d forget

that shooting stars were once alive

but like us they’re just a tragedy

// Ophydia

i have this hourglass ticking in my dreams

where the sand falls in reverse

and where the ticking

sounds like

screams

and these past few weeks

the sand

changed

red

and the limits in an hourglass

threaten me by

a spider

instead

and harsh

with its grace

i lustreless

the intent

because truly

am i the spider

the web

or the fly that’s caught and bound

because i see

red

and i feel thinly

spread

and i scream

but make no sound

.

i spin these thoughts

in this web

inside my

head

i bring myself

D

O

W

N

i’m fragile

AND RIP MYSELF TO SHREDS

unraveling

and hanging by a fraying

thread

-this fraying

web

is also what i am

i feel the pressure of toxic weight

and try to hold myself to gether

but when the rain comes

*pours

i am the epitome of hate

and nothing more

I AM SCREAMING

i feel forsaken by the divine

a funny thing-

i laugh and cry at the same time

because

MAYBE

ALL ALONG

i’ve been nothing more then a

simple fly

catching myself in webs

blinding myself by the sun in the sky-

.

i could be all three

or i could be nothing at all

not a memory

or a picture on the wall

but

truly

how can i even think

when these hourglass dreams

filled with horrible things

aren’t even the worst

?

when flies, webs

and

BLACK

WIDOWS

aren’t even the worst

of the haunts

in

my

pillows

// Ophydia

Blue won't leave my side.

I can paint myself red,

the blue will still shine.

Tell me what it is about blue

that it can engulf my whole soul

still, I am in love with its hue.

The hurt I feel

the way I suffer

I think blue is alright for me.

AA

A bandage wrapped too tight.

No iota of pain can this, describe.

No room for air to soothe

the soft, bruised, bleeding tissues.

Gloom sits on the cheeks of noon.

Evening hastens the moon

Who appears all too soon.

All in a haste to deduce

The pain, emanating from the bandage fastened like skin

Over the body tissues.

All in a haste to deduce

The pain, emanating from the bandage fastened like skin

Over the body tissues.

every hour is a slug

shot from a weary barrel

it is not long for this world

but what a life it leads

.

i have slogged through the torment of

countless arbitrary increments of time

the horror of abyssal temporal indefinitude

alarms and defies me, shares no inkling of

understanding the how or why of it, or even

the how of it, the how of it, the how

can this be all there is? lines in the sand

paint a wondrous picture but wash away,

undertows lapping up the immortal soul,

irreverent. peace seeps in from the edges of

our universe, while we fight our way out of it.

the womb is where we come from and the

dirt is where we find meaning. the womb is

where we lose meaning and the dirt is where

we end up. I've gotten so old but I'm always

the same, I've changed so much but I'll never

be younger. stopping the car is a sin but the

brakes have been cut, there's a sign by the road

says the last rest-stop on this route was twenty

miles ago i hope you enjoyed it, did you?

the next sign says did you enjoy it?

did you enjoy the rest stop twenty one miles ago?

twenty two miles ago? twenty three?

do you remember the rest stop?

do you remember rest stops?

don't stop. you can't stop. running

out of gas is not an excuse.

you say that you remember rest stops.

but really you only remember the act

of remembering the rest stops.

the last rest stop was thirty-four thousand

eight hundred and sixty-eight miles ago.

where were you even going?

where did this ride begin?

the sun setting distracts you.

they call it a new day but it's not.

it's the same one, time and time again.

time again.

.

a slug doesn't know when it

splats against a wall.

that winning feeling ain’t sustainable long ago they figured out every metric is gameable a lot will lose and a few will win I’m a raging bull that got an angry tiger by the tail I must not fail I must not fail I could navigate hell well-- I’d gut the backwoods with the sword of Damocles Got Occam’s razor up the sleeve PTSD got reality feeling make believe still set the phasers to chill bout to make me a bill abundantly skilled adamantium will--

yeah that shit in wolverine; got no way, got no means; came in dirty going out clean I mean--

I’m a warrior lost ducking the hungry vines of the skeletal garden; smoke the garden a thousand pardons the show is startin-- mugshots on milk cartons the T.V blastin out Martin silhouetted by momma’s cries I ain’t even know that shit could come out her eyes the beatings she gave taught me to wear that tear stained shirt with pride god lies satan lies the shades of grey Materialize-- divide by infinity