dribble over you i’m a vampire, 
all you feel is damp fire
i’ve been bleeding out of blood

heaving to breathe through vapour, 
all i am is an infiltrator
i keep spilling all my love

i have nothing left to gift you, 
monsters have grown too big to see through
i’ve been seething in your stove

now you’ve built a fort with no doors, 
torture me with my own thoughts, 
you’d already left me all alone

white fire

Everything is tragic
It all just falls apart
But when I look into your eyes
It pieces up my heart

If I only had an answer
To put it all to bed
I wish sometimes I could take back
Every word I’ve said
I walk back in the night alone
Got caught up in my song
Forgot where I was sleeping
None of the lights were on
I heard my mother thinking me right back into my birth
I laughed so loud inside myself it all began to hurt

So I turned on a picture show
I disappeared the lines
As memories came flooding in
The tears blew out my eyes

I see an elevator
A moment I am above
I look for you or someone
Who can still remind me of
The tight grip and the sun lick
And the calm way of all things summer
When it’s all here
And it’s all new
And you’re not hungover

Fierce and light and young
Fierce and light and young
When you don’t know that you’re wrong
Or just how wrong you are

My feet are always heavy
As I head toward the door
I thought we’d leave this for ourselves a hundred times before
But I guess we’re always leaving even when we look the same
and it eases me somehow to know that even this will change

If you’ve still got some light in you then go before it’s gone
Burn your fire for no witness it’s the only way it’s done
Fierce and light and young
Fierce and light and young
Hit the ground and run
Hit the ground and run

Hold on, what did you say that for?
Hold on, what do you take me for?

How can life be so unfair?
I can’t breathe, in fact I’m choking on the air
It’s all over, I can see it in your eyes
Hold my hand, don’t ever leave my side

A Call For Humanity

a poem




i don’t even think context matters this applies to literally everything


i don’t even think context matters this applies to literally everything

I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them—
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Lady Lazarus

Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

out of the mouths of babes