Imaginations

For i see a tree behind a house made of clouds
a slow whisper entrapped beneath the soil
that never moves an inch
a state of wellness only getting harrowed
we live
like a static voice losing the soft cotton-like warmth
each day where the bells pause to chime.
We come across rooms full of stars and nights
and things even harsher
Imaginations of people breaking apart
or true maybe

The slice of pain is where it must have all begun
numb and electric
Everything seems on fire
where it ends
where it begins
no one knows.

Thins behind the valley seem plain
with ordinary roses
ordinary people
ordinary chirpings and shadow.

hallucinations or reality?

Those were the days of love.


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Spotting and Observing

If I saw a woman like this I'd say love yourself, respect yourself & remember you're a gift. image on imgfave

Today was one such day when I took my seizure pills and went to sleep

in the darkest of crisp floors of dreams and nightmares

with my cigarettes still burning, mouth full of water

In the turbid walks of women’s lane,

a niche of mirrored talks happened

with a soul crooked and cracked

Vinegar lips kissing Dracula fingernails and hope of stained floors

I feel stitches in my stomach, spewing out disgust arrays of unheard bone cracks,

It happened beneath the yellow door of my cauldron of thoughts and anger,

I was partially a dreamcatcher and partially a sleepwalker

Silence of Aurora fills my thin bone marrow

And tells me another tale of liquid voices, tales and dreams.

I gasp. Observe. Run and sleep and dream in circulation.

©MVS