heal these craters
the slow beating
of my explosive core;
replace them with
that burn for light years
Be my sky, space, and stars,
consuming the lunar revolution
every single day
around the rings of ebony pupils
and dark matter destinies.
then you should always wear a crescent for a smile,
beam your beauty through ultraviolet horizons
tainted with the solar magic
of celestial nights.
You’ll have to frolic
inside the teardrops
of meteor showers,
never wasting time
glowering over worlds
that hurt you—
dull your inner dream fire.
don’t ever drift away.
their minds only curl up next to telescopes,
fascinated by the lens of life,
restlessly seeking contact with another ray
as bright as theirs,
that could kick-start
a rocket to the highest asteroid belt—
the perfect place
where I wait for you
Hummingbirds sting sweet,
biting the last of my breathless words clean.
Clearing through the palm leaves,
I could’ve sworn somebody’s soul was following me
even though this vivacious foliage appears
Not flinching, not scared,
I move along a broken path
with nothing but tiger striped cracks of illumination
to guide my falsetto heart
lazy fire meets acid rain
there’s a flare from a distance
a paradise apart from skyscraper rays,
ruthless cynics, and newspaper headline rage.
thoughts of black and white printed pages
must end right here.
they have no choice but to fade,
just like you and I
will have to metamorphosize,
enlighten, and change.
So take my hand,
and let’s get away
this world is ours
for the escape.
We’ve fought enough battles
within our hopeless selves
and we deserve a break
more than a lightning strike
wants to forsake
Hearing the sacred winds shift,
the birth of a new dawn unsheathes
as we sprint out of the bleak
into a beautiful white breach.
leftover dahlias, saccharine dewdrops
a setting smile.
I was a
gift of the Promised Land,
the summer shine
tickled daydreams, wondrous divine—
that could only be mutilated
from a heavy heart’s
country flora gaze.
Muddy blue puddles emulate an everlasting life
but I know my footsteps will trail ahead in time.
Through ornate halls of half torn damask,
you run from room to room
pursuing a ghost
whose body no longer
fends for your side
of the chessboard.
used to bedazzle
beauty of glass
even in a furnished realm of utter disarray.
When she tried to get closer,
you shoved her away,
then locked her up like a lantern
and let love diminish, yet stain
every carpet your house holds dear
to this very day.
But what you didn’t know
was that her heart
behind four-sided picture frame jewels
because she was royal soul
by the laws of nature
she is the plague—
haunting each movement you make
while your head spins off its axle regardless.
Old desires of hers
that were once cloaked
out of sight,
attempt to flee alive
down the stairs;
past the window pain,
the glorious doors look as if they’re
ready to pry open wide.
Although before she goes,
she’ll knock over knights in shining armor
among checkered squares,
and pulsate towards the throne
since now more than ever
this checkmate will her solidify her victory;
as she changes the future of the game,
standing on her own.
As far as the sun beckons,
the dark pond waters of July
undulate under swamp shrub branches
where painted turtle feet brush against fallen logs
and humidity rises like a protruding fog
that no good human can grasp in their poor hands.
you imagine youth.
window rays stretch out sore light.
summer never sleeps.
I’m so happy to announce that I’m participating in next month’s
Camp NaNoWriMo July 2017!
It’s been nearly two years since the last time I was involved in Camp NaNoWriMo (because life occurrences just LOVED getting in the way of my writing plans ), and I couldn’t be more thrilled! I’m currently in the middle of writing a rough outline of what I hope to write about this July. Since I consider myself both a pantser and a plotter, I usually like to leave room for creativity, but still incorporate some structure in my outlines. Having a loose idea of a writing plan prevents me from getting lost halfway through NaNoWriMo, giving me a sense of direction to stay on track.
Whether you’re participating in Camp NaNoWriMo July 2017 or not, I’d love to hear what writing projects you’re working on, so comment down below and let me know! 😉