Christmas

Gift.

Solitary On Solar Length

'' The ocean says no ''.

I then spend all those moments alone,

inside the city's womb although i live in its chink

like an encircle animal…

but it doesn't matter anymore,

i've became every places, i've became

this everywhere.

A solitary and solar lenght, I redefine

myself on the metallic structures,

i close my eyes…

I haven't seen the day nor the people of

the sun for so long.

The moon is the only one blossoming again.

The night as a strange taste,

silence is heavy but friendly.

I am not there anymore, am gone,

they tell me.

I can't recall the sound of my voice,

the words, the words, the words…

They strikes locked in.

My mind is like this room

there is strange noises at night.

Picture: Ralph Eugene Meatyard

Vintage Existentialism

The Stillness of dreams

Picture : unknow source

Garden Of Loss

The body is long

The room is safe

feeling a name

has been printed

in our hollow eyes

Allows the voices in

pushing me out

i think we're dead

Don t look at me

this way

Feels like am made off clay

The day breaks

in bordom shades

of unknown outlines

standing in past hopes

and you know what?

we're not that fine

Abandoned and slow

i cross your ocean

and your gone

from all the things we ever saw

Water everywere

waves are now sowed

i think we better jump

You fly into arms

i never known

in the garden of your loss

point your fingers at us

and the time is speeding up

pushing us to dance

in empty spaces and

unwriten events, end

All i ever had was you

It s always been you

And my lungs hurt

from songs i cannot shout

i always feel am locked out

even when am in

there is never a in between

with you and me

that's all i've ever know

It's always been you

Picture: Ryan mcginley