Whiskey baby
I’m warm with him
The sun, snow, and all

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
Whiskey baby
I’m warm with him
The sun, snow, and all
Fragile Fields
speck of dust
seven dead stars
bright on earth
tough enough
dangerous
native fields
of rainbows
of blue lotus
sirens of the womb
being of severed sea
shifting soon as wonders of the world
as little sweet girls
forming fields and seven hills
fragile Fields
a fearful yield
I agree
A prey in the belly of the beast
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nature vs. nurture
Both I guess
It all
she said
Wanting him to see
She was everything
The birds and the bees
Make believe
A bear and the cave
His giving when the giving got saved
Laughing hyenas
Misunderstanding particular landings
As the way that I move
It’s too smooth you say
Much to runny
Masked in funny
A recipe for disaster
Their hidden laughter wades through vicious Canines and many wishes
They beg forgiveness
To cleanse their sins
Praying with Earths lense
The first time I fell in love with another it was during a low time in both of our lives. It was long distance for most of the time. He would call me everyday even though I was sleeping, even though we didn’t have a thing to say. And I would write and send him intimate poetry every week. He didn’t understand it, but he understood me. As usual; after some time, we stopped seeing each other. And well, the phone calls slowly stopped coming as frequent, and my hands were too tire to write or feel. Our lives intensified. Soon silence.
i softened up
in the middle of fall
winter froze over
i had no form at all
Shiva!
Great God!
Destroyer
Blessed sacrifice
Holy wave of dedication
Of hope
Blinding light
Slumberous life
Kill me
Kill me again.