White,
Controlled &
Beautiful as always,
Striving for perfection.
Black,

'Twas not in the flora that I lef
December’s twisted and lovely kiss
But within the nostalgia of a clef
Shape in my bone of subtle theft
Where my dying spirit lay bereft

I sip my cup of tea,
Its watery parallels
And burgundy waves
From angry Poseidon.
Sliding down my throat again

He longs to hold
My glass ivy body
Under the hazel violet
Of second chance skies.
We were so young,

Your lies are unforeseen yet tangi
I can feel them in my heartbeat.
My concrete soul is an unleashed a
A once stentorian brain is now tum
I’m forced to love you just as muc

We drive fast in your Chevrolet,
On our way to a party like it’s 19
I put on my foundation and you wat
“My little rose, you’re beautiful
Why do you make me smile,

The hair on your arms reminded me
the overgrown roots of a willow t
that I used to cry under day after
I’ve already died,
one too many deaths

Let me smoke
That cigarette
For you
Grandmother, grandmother.
I can take it,

My body unwraps,
Like the aura of touch,
Your embrace pierces me,
As we both find mermaid treasure.
The arrow has struck,

Finally I am
Free in my own way.
Not left deliquescing in my sadnes
Moving onward with my passion.
Feel my roar,

What they call bipolar
My father calls feeling.
I’m not some video game,
I am trifecta as whole.
Hollow like the bone,

In the garden of the dead,
A lonely boy sleeps, free
Of the torture of his life,
Delicate was his voice.
Nobody can touch him,

Vous êtes un livre
Écrit par la main de Dieu,
Diamant incrusté sur parchemin
Lorsque la morsure de la bête rési
Mon demi-sang peut transporter bea

Faces shine so brightly, on the da
Yet you outshine the sapphires wit
I’m locked into the sunset of your
A boundless embrace that moonlight
But I don’t deserve to dance with

I am lonely martyr,
Of fame & fortune,
Sex dreams gone wrong,

Silver strings,
Of heaven,
Cascade,
Divine.
Beneath their,

Down in San Diego,
They call me the
Seashell Prince,
White waves.
The boy with the

I am a killer to myself,
As I sit back and relax,
To let my disease unfold in me,
Hungry and lonely.
O’ to have a voice,

Life is a pendulum,
Swinging chrome and grotesque,
And while the subdued sky weeps,
Two boys share their bittersweet c
Your waterfall voice is carried,

Floral soul walls of beauty and my
Came crashing down a transpired co
Weathered cracks and a flawed phys
You stand on memory lane with twis
Even in death i’d follow your trac

Three vanilla violets,
Sway melodiously,
Sullen and somber,
They cry.
They cry tears

Your crowbar words had slammed me,
In the center of my stem throat.
An apple a day is an apple i’ll be
As you eat away at my colored coat
My skin changes in the emotion of

Thunder is your voice,
You walk in,
The essence of booze and dysfuncti
Erupting from your heart of fury.
Willingly I spend life with my wh

Out of the womb I came,
a ticking time bomb,
and a peacock feather,
instantly reflecting shame.
100 hearts you’ve swallowed,

15, a boy’s heart beats—wilting,
Another hellish night on the holie
He can feel his soul—splitting,
When the grown men come out to pla
15, but he just wants to fly away,

I sit on a rock,
Golden wings flutter sweetly,
The shadow man smiles.
I stand on a rock,
The butterfly is drowning,

Life is my dream,
A diamond dimension.
Through bubble skies and
Troubled lies,
The hurricanes swirl on.

Adaptation is my specialty,
I am one, two, few, and many,
Crystallized and liquidated,
Italian horizons and lunar creatur
Eyes are like empty wells,

A baby blue diamond
Crawls down a mountain.
Surrounded by a golden sugar autum
Spiraling amongst its fallen siste
From whence has the wisp of charco

There is a crystal ocean,
At the peak of the rainbows,
Over which I fly,
Swan feathers stitched together wi
I’m in a haven,

Breeding this pain,
Feels like growing bones,
From inside the heart.
Disperse the shame.
It’s hard sometimes,

I am a red-flare fox
Prancing through the forest of evi
Having the grace of a bittersweet
Enduring those blue-violet rosebus
Almost as hard as my eyes,