H(our).it is trueyou can't redothe last hour of your life,but you have exactly one hourto make the next oneextraordinary.
(red st)ring.bury me with a (red st)ringstill around my ring fingerthat i tried to forgethalf my life,cutting off the circulationcyclic sufferingsolitudeandsilencehe has made with his fistsfor the last time.there is a heavenand a helloccupying this casketright alongwith the muskof formaldehyde:heavenin the waythe stench of 80 proofhas left this swollen head;proof that woe is not forever,and hellin the waythat i knownow there won'tcome some day or anotherwhen a god would have to answerto mefor allof this.
Truelove (n)-done scrawling exes on calendar pages.
For Now.I spendthe endof every daylistening for your heartbeatunder my pillowcase.
Catacombs.That Saturdaywe satcross-leggedwith our kneesjust brushing,close enoughto feelone another'sbreathon our ears;so separatefrom the daysof holding shellsto this placeand hearing our hearts:the moons thatchurn our scaled-downseas.Reading to ourselvesfrom composition notebooksfilled with talkof decomposition(the metaphorsobscureduntil the winesbegan to pour)and running ourthumbs over the keysto ourskeleton-filledclosetsuntil they reachedan uncomfortable shineandour printsbegantofade.(If only I had knownwe'd reconstructthe Catacombsbefore the dawnof that next day.)
Life (n)-the stepping stones before the tombstone.
Age is just a-I check the calendaragain,waiting just beyondthe sequel,just a few pagesshort of being your"equal."
Musing.What's so "friendly" about friendly fire?
On Desire and Incorporeality.I am newlyand acutelyaware of my skin,because more than anythingI want to be free of it.Each of its bordersrises in bumps;this pressing wantthis goose-skinned lust-What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.(You’re waiting for the full moonfor to better see our facesas you and I run anxious tongues over coarse lipspreparing them to dance,even the fireflies dulledby celestial graces.But I’m pleading for a crescent moon,ripe to be pickedfrom the sky.)Gut me thenwith its sharpened edgeand from this skinlet me slip;I want to leak into the fucking water supplyto get to where you are.Never mind this fleshthat everybody knowssowell;disregard this bodyto grace your lips just once-
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?If noone gives you a chance for a long time,then when you are finally given one,most of the times, you gonna fail.And you'll ask for a second one,but you don't deserve it,because out there there are many like youstill awaiting the first one.Do You?Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I couldI would vomit my soulAnd let it chain itselfTo my speech Like a parasite.I would let it Become my puppet master,And let it sway my armsIn directionsI never thoughtI would.Instead, I've kept my soulTrapped in a cageAnd watched itTry to biteIt's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked mehow far I would gofor you but you never tookinto considerationthat the earth is round soI’ll end uprepeating myself.
-the stars shineso brightlyin those brown eyes(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)and i knowthat every dayis a struggle(i'm sorry i can't help you)because youhave been sob r o k e n(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)but the emptinessin those eyesseems to fade(and life flickers in those brown hues)so i'll climbevery mountain topfor you(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
UnitedSo far awayBut so close anywayGoing separate waysBut connected, alwaysUnited our hearts areTrue friendship Is our treasureEven when afarOur bonds are unbreakableOur secrets we shareFor each other we standEverytime and everywhere
a full moon will not bring me backI have learned that thereis a sudden peacewhen one has tired of runningall their life.I have learned that youshould have let me go,far sooner than you didbecause wolves needto be free. Theyneed to ravage the dead;they spear-head the desirefor distance.Remember, darling, whenI told you:"Do not let me touch you,for I will break you"?Oh how I throttled yourcawing with pearl-plated pawsand parted apologies.You swooned over my love,while I howled for the night.
Second.I've no crystal ball,no misty eyes,no magicwanderingthe hallsof my heart,but I can tell you now,today,just how our friendship willfall.