Sunny day outside the smoky room

I sit up on the bed amid a sea of skeletons
there’s smoke in the air that blurs vision and the sunlight hides behind smelly old curtains
I’ve been feeling like a a blank canvas
and that was ok; it was better not to feel than to feel
the door’s shut from outside, blocking all their echos and voices
it’s best to avoid anything at all costs in this dreary heavenly escape

amid the dim lights and the distant color of dust and smoke in the air,
there’s this image of your random eyes
how big, dark, and happily squinted they were in the mirror
those joyful, fun, playful eyes
full of life; livin’ your rock star life
straight out of some movie you are
how far your life and how far mine
yet at one point, neighboring kids of the same time and space
I romanticize your Anthony Kiedis from Red Hot Chili Peppers type of life
stay there in sunny Cali paradise
I’ll think of your jovial ride
while sinking calmly in the dark smoky pool of air

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Shiny dim eyes

He looked at me with shiny eyes. We were lying next to each other and it was dark. He smiled with a curvature on his lips
And he didn’t say a thing
And when he spoke, he purred deep words. He placed my fallen hair strands back behind my ears and told me that I’m the one. The cicadas made noise outside our window
But I couldn’t speak and I was convinced. His dark eyes made a twinkle and he said he loved me and he asked if I loved him too, and this time I said,
“For real I do.” He smiled and caressed my cheek as he kept his gaze.
“Good,”
said the devil.

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Waste of an eyesight

Can’t look at anyone else in the eyes. It’s too glazed, clear, and open. Don’t want to look into them when there’s nothing else they have to show. It’s such a waste of an eyesight. Can’t look at anyone else’s, but yours.
Glassy; entwined in something
Distant but so near
The way it changes in sunlight
The way you look at me
…or at some illusion
It’s a lava in there
The sun rises and sets
Volcanoes form and the earth twists and turns
Skies clear and the seas subside
I see it all through that great wide window
I just
Wanna get in there…

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Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning
And once in a while before bed…
This feeling of total control over my life
It’s like magic, with tricky hands
I can see where the ball strikes next
And wins.
It’s like that in your harried presence
It’s your commanding glare
Looking at my
Dirty skin and hair
But I didn’t fear that one time
I looked at you
And once more, it was an empty room
Full of eyes
Fire on fire
Ice on ice
Yet you behaved oblivious
And I used to wish that you’d know it
But now
I can feel the humid summer night breeze that strike
And resonate like the way of stringed instruments
Whose sound move to the flow of the ocean waves
And indicate
Somewhere in the depths of your holy soul
The dirty scumbag
That you wanna scratch clean with your finger nails
And get down and dirty on the ground with

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