Smoke

With this is enough of life

You turn on the burning

You make it with no pain

And I can see myself

Trying anything to breathe it in

To feel the buzz

Anything bringing me closer

To your skin

Let the feeling in

Let the smoke curl

And the residue sink through

Roots

We grew up through separation

And we grew up like the trees,

Our hearts beat as their hearts beat

And I am listening so closely,

I wonder, are you listening too?

When I dance I don't feel like crying

And when I am thinking of you,

I think of all of the reasons

That I should feel sorrow

And my heart is smiling,

What could that mean?

I am a machine

To which my heart's shallow

And all that I want,

Is to be loved by you

I grew up holding

Onto my own fingers

And now I am reaching,

To hold on to you.

I grew up with the trees

And my heart beats as their hearts beat

But my roots cannot firmly stay,

For now I am reaching

Forever reaching,

Just to hold on to you.

Pattern

After a while the things that make me

Aren't so nice

The formula i seem to have

Is mocking me

Waiting for judgment

Waiting for the next kid over

To sit down

And say what a little shit

For thinking I'm so special

Well that too

And I get tired of myself

It's like that

So set in these rythm of words

It's like that

When I see you smile

It's sometimes

Better than any sentence you could utter

And when you touch me

I don't feel so scattered

Or so set in a pattern.

Zombies

If time were a memory

I'd have the cognition

Streaming down my back

Ticking moving gears

Ready to be bent

And molded out of fear

I have a suspicion

I'm reaching for you

And finding air

Like a floating dream

Instead of my most precious

Memory

But you reach too

If time were a messaging

I'd sing it to gold

With fitted wings

ready to fold

If the air is too cold

Too cold

My fingers are warm

Underneath my blaze

Your eyes

Don't match the end times

They're burning like coal

When the people with charred

Little nubs

Have terrible crowns of light

And I kiss your mouth

Like it's been open

For a while now

I'd take you home

I'd take your sorrow

I'd take your gladness

And reach to the ten fold

I would take you home

Lay you down

And take you were the streets

Run old

Where the zombies of our time

Are left behind