My Anisha

She screams at me in the most silent of ways.
She acts out in unseen plays.
She lassos nooses wrapping.
When she's gone:heart-sapping.

Jabez

Bash my head to the desk.
Begin an ending to this tribulation.
Somewhere along, It came.
Somewhen, not long: pain.

I knew it at the start.
At the heart.
It comes, now, again:
Pain.

A journey, episodic, growing.
A sojourn, circular, sowing.
Rend my static style.
I don't think I'll be fine for a while.

When you teach me to walk without ground,
Teach me to make a sound:
A glow from the deep
With strength, to keep.

Music in mind, move magnanimous,
mandating my makings.
Feel free to cut out the fakings.

I need some remakings.

She wings up in storm

Look around:
What a fury!
What a blitz!
What bliss!
Listen to thunder pound his fists!

And you:
Calm
Cultivated
Composed
An Artemis child all wild and honed.

Form commanding
Shockwaves down deep
through mortar and mantle to resonate sweet

As a distance grows
,coming faster than the wind,
you fall out of visage

That doesnt' stop the storm
It lulls to requite with emotion bright
Like a low-laying sun
 Almost done.

It sings,
Calling like a beacon
of Languishing dissonance.

To you:

To You: The stars. The ones that don't shine in your eyes.
To You: The sea. The part that doesn't live in your voice.
To You: The rain. Whatever drop remaining outside your heart.
To You: The sun. The rays you forgot to radiate.

And To You: myself.
Though, I think you already have all of that.

Star Shower

Bomarded

A pure projectile empowered

Grafted, twisted worlds

Silver-lined windows to strange realms

They perforate a sitting mind

Leave it starstruck.

For:

They can't be controlled

They can't be utilized

They can't be understood

They can't be touched.

So:

Let them burn

Watch them light up

The most harmonious of starshowers

Burning worlds lighting dark sky

Shade

For a flash

Reflecting outside the glass

In the dark

It slips in.

A moment drips

Staring blankly

Ignoring detail

When it forms out.

Lenses dial in.

The form shrugs back.

It almost fades

Into the black

A beat

The reflection steps forward,

Appauled with its intruder,

Sizing up his counterpart.

He looks to his side

He finds what he does not possess

for he fades all too quickly.

Like a small sun imploding

He shines out with dismay,

And is promptly smothered,

Much too painful to think about.