Xyloverflow

give yourself a flower and wear your favorite sweater sit in a nice, quiet little coffee shop and meet yourself with that first sip of warmth and a smile. in the afternoon, walk to the nearest park and hold your hands together as if in a prayer like a lover's dream, be sweet to yourself for once. let the kid with the waffle cone and his mother stare at you for 45 seconds while you feed the birds hang those insecurities by the door or tuck them away somewhere in your cabinets or drawers- just take them off today, pick a hot red dress and buy yourself a drink for two tonight, mirror at one end of the table and your love at the other.

Look. I'll tell it like it was. black. cold. wretched. Static clung to the air like ornaments on a Christmas tree and we were graced with the odd arced lightning. Oh, it was cold. so cold. I remember not seeing, my fingers frozen off as feeling receded from them like waves on a beach. how could I even be sure they were. still. there? the forgotten memory of a sunset lay imprinted on my brain, and its absence made the night emptier than ever. we waited. we waited for the moon to rise, for the clouds to shift, for the e-lec-tri-ci-ty to stop (like lost travelers stumbling in the desert waiting for an oasis mir

The year they discovered my best friend, twenty years old and silent under the heap of her wrecked car, I learned one can sleep forever and never wake up. That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn't eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes. That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the girl who shared my soul. Her sister ran naked through the street a few da

We will not be sharing a kiss tonight And no one else’s lips will ever do Patience is a virtue, not a hindrance It will be a pleasure waiting for you Though I’m in love with your body and soul And dream of a shared passion between us I’ll wait to hear your body sing my name There can indeed be innocence in lust Alas, I cannot dance with you tonight As we find ourselves many miles apart But still you dance around my cluttered mind Quickstep to the beat of my hollow heart Though I’m in love with your past and present I shall slowly remove the hurt and hate Replacing it with a loving future In accordance with my belie

The sound of weaving, woman's chore-- Mulan weaves on before the door. But now the shuttle's noise is drowned By Daughter Mulan's sighing sound. "Who, my girl, is in your thought? What memory has your mind caught?" "No one is in Mulan's thought, No memory has Mulan caught. The night before, I saw the post The Khan sent out to build his host. In scrolls of twelve did they proclaim The characters of Father's name. But Father has no eldest son, And Brother's not the eldest one. So I shall buy a saddled horse To take his place among the force." Now to the East for valiant steed! Now to the West for saddle's need! Now to the South to take the

In the moment when your skin met mine, I felt an angel's wings break For fear of the storm that was to come ahead and make us i.n.s.i.g.n.i.f.i.c.a.n.t In the moment when your skin met mine, The trees around us muttered endlessly Showering the world with color breaking the silence that wasn't there In the moment when your skin met mine, A spotlight shone down on us Making obvious every mistake we made I made a lot of those. In the moment when your skin met mine, I knew it was destined to fall apart After all, you didn't really love me You could never love me. But in the moment when your skin met mine, I felt alive

Coral colored candles flicker in the dark, a pale glow awakens my tender limbs, I am filled with a rage so deep it has drowned itself in sadness, my veins form shapes and symbols amongst the shadows on my skin, they twist tight against me and then they spark against the flames of the floating candles, dark circles orbit my earthly eyes and I go ahead and touch my tongue to the fire, my tongue, a flint, rattles my ribs and shakes my spine, quick whispered words then paint themselves across my pelvis; "I am the spaces between x, y, and z", but I am also hollow bones, half a memory, and empty eye sockets, I can try to burn, t

stranded on an island scantily dressed in moonlight, you stare at roiling water resembling a horizon of interweaving words but when you lift your right hand, spirals of silence shackle the weightless sounds