from-minds-discarded

It is a surreal landscape that surrounds us here- A place of melting clocks, sideways rain, and featureless faces. In this world of dreams, the laws that once bound us Are lost, Thrown away like so much garbage; In their place Is the capriciousness of fantasy; The whims of the imagination Are no longer constrained, No longer contained Within the emptied vessel Of the husks that wander, Tossed about from one mirage to the next.

The sound of trumpets falls from the heavens, And we earthbound souls stare up from the streets─ Past regrets are washed away As we are redeemed. As the sound fades away, We who have been absolved, Released from our burdens, May begin anew With the hope of a fresh start.

Beneath the serene exterior Of a clouded, azure giant Lies a rainstorm Of molten glass Running aslant With the raging windstorm That dominates the world.

Everyday it hurts a little more

The air is silent, An unnatural calm Pervading the city— A trembling city Hiding from the Mother’s wrath. Man and beast Have long since fled, Leaving behind homes In preparation For the wild tribulations— The seconds drag on, The minutes seem as hours While the plates below Conspire against The city above. It is in an instant— The blink of an eye— That the silence is shattered; That Gaia, in her passion, Cracks the serene air With a thunderous roar. Buildings sway and collapse, Homes devoured— Lost in Her ravenous mouth; Miles upon miles away, The refugees shiver, Knowing that, while safe, Their city is

selfish & humble waiting for sin as the best years of my life crawl into the sea [the wings left no room for ribs]

There's a world behind my eyes, Sleeping? No. i feel alive Quiet, like the moon outside, In my dreams That's where I hide

I do not like you poets breathing into my sorry head like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times folding up my lungs to place them neatly into a wastebasket how can you make me stop hurting & then just leave me a limp lettuce leaf on the backside of some dirty napkin verse I am not the jealous type but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been send her drunk texts all night because I'm too tired of filling up my skull with cicada skins instead of led while you make it all too easy to sleep through a heartattack or two my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends tell me when you were being taught the siren's son

our thoughts descend into velvet oblivion a voice entwined with the wind billowing dark words that echo so hollow soft and subtle metallic and comforting like the warmth of blood dripping on your tongue from a vein unseen the taste a bittersweet heaven remembering the purgatory in your eyes slowly forced closing like mortuary drapes just after twilight those eyes descend into velvet oblivion a world of silent seas and dream and dream of haunted things

A lonely stone Seems the only reminder Of a child lost— A plot void of all but grass To every side. In the many years to come, That name carvéd Has no visitors, no guests, Not a flower To mark a lost memory Until the day (That distant, awaited day) A lone walker Will stumble upon the site To break the solitude.