|She walks in empty spaces|
|A moment to breathe|
|Turn your eyes away from the mark you left on me, be happy and be free.|
|pathological romance of a fictional woman|
|between the moss lies my other side of midnight|
"A sailboat drifting among humdrum doldrums
rocks silently through nighttime fire,
as the void hunger laps tenaciously at her sides.
She sees silhouettes and seizes the shadows.
She wears them like a second-skin;
her former self,
a secret spine.
You carved beauty into my eyes and
branded me a damn fool, but not since
then have you stopped staring at the diamonds
placed just out of reach.
Now, I am dark,
and buried deep,
Only pure hypocrisy can ever
show me how not to be someone I
never really was, and truly be someone
I hate (to regret).
And now that the eastern horizon
is the only place I can go,
[and now that dusk is the only time I realize
just how much I pale in comparison
to the lucid black sea]
it’s time for us to leave.
You'll be down
below the carved earth
left by falling
I'll be waiting
on the echoes
of the evening."
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|My eyes and nose|
with incontinent ecstasy
through geometry classes
as my disastrous triangles
collapsed in a cacophony
Perhaps it’s a failing
or even want
the utterly perfect number
burning through my retina
like the utterly perfect morning.
Instead I peer
with nauseating vertigo
into the deep dark pitch
like an exhausted mammoth
on the edge
of a bottomless mystery."