Frightened Smiles.

The air was softer on your lips than mine.
It ran through and ripped off flesh.
Expecting me to bite down on the raw.
Like ice wind sending shivers to my soul.
And feathers in my hair,
they wrapped around the strands you touched.
And yanked them out.
My watch told me to return to the days
you weren't around me.
So I walked backwards, retracing all of you.
Like writing over you in black ink,
invisible,
but never fully gone.

I reverse my letters.
Flipping manuscripts upside down.
Our kisses were like spider-man's.
Whisking the night away
and breathing on my neck
taking your place on the couch.
we stare at moving colors.
I can't locate the sounds.
They chase my ears around the room.
running through them,
and out once more.


I am the dripping noise coming from the faucet.
much like the rain spattering against a freshly painted fence.
rinsing the white away.

And again I went back to the times you weren't around.
this time in my mind.


I don't know you, but I want you.

-Swillow

Guttural Screams.

You were there.
So close to my skin.
Felt the wind on my clothes,
and the shore on my arches.
Holding my talent, you drove me.
To the end of the world's tallest peak.
You screamed words that would
never echo back to you.
And I pushed you off the side.

You are the whisper in my history.

-Swillow

A King's Cup

You cave in my face like combustion.
Destroying my essence, and wholly burning away my thoughts.
So I can no longer speak words.
I sit on your head, wrapping my legs around you. 
Like a crown.
You are the jewels, reflecting the vibrants sparks inside of me.
You are inside of me.
I am laying on the edge of your cavern.
Waiting for the tessellations to stop spinning from behind my eyes.
Your shoelaces are eating the floor,
And the moonlight creeps from behind me.
Igniting my stare.
So I can see the crystals of colors behind your blue wonders.
-
Take a step my way.
Land in the hospice of my background.
With little to spare but cold windows growing foggy.
With our hot words and bodies,
Forceful jaws breaking with the fire.
Exhuming from my nostrils, pace.
-
Your hands tell me to stop time.
It does not exist in our world.
I am flowing through your oceans,
with only a captions hat,
and the gray under my nails.
Your tides swore they would never rip down my masts.
But with your back turned I lost my ship.
Left with a black mark, only to bare the name of who will take me under.
With Miles to go, the depths, with the urchins.
-
My feet, they burn. Like walking over hot coals.
Returning to you.
So dazed. And my legs, they sear.
They are restless. Wandering the seven streets.
With only one lamp post to guide my filthy hands 
away from all of the doorhandles, and bells.


-S

the works of mud.

4:24 PM

A scattered poem.

Useless words of sorrow.

A pity party of weeping secrets,

not wanting to be told. 

What the fuck did you do to me, sailor?

Causing my life to give worry to you tainted thoughts.

And slaying the already slaughtered notes of my fingertips. 

A face shadowed by  the fog that lingers over this water. 

One i drew through your window. 

My fingers break glass. 

Freezing.

Here in a room with you.

Silent.

As we always should be. 

I'm haunted by your painted words.

Covered and dripped on.

A splatter of art that i do not see as art at all.

But to you, i'm your masterpiece.

To break through you is my only concern.

Its piecing you back together that worried me.

I am positive that i cannot preform a task such as this.

Therefore, you are left broken.

I stack you up and carry you in my bag.

Bringing you to all the places that i love. 

Leaving small pieces of you at every monument.

But i do not love any place but the places that do not exist.

Only in my mind can they be found.

Meaning every piece of you is scattered there 

and is the only place that you now exist. 

The wonderful dreamlike places of my mind. 

-T