back slams the floor and the same stars now mingle with newer blood
odd warmth in our eternal sundown
blank winter
where do you go from here?
as your other lonely shadow
lost only cause i stopped looking
a smile forms
taken as a wince and weakness
i don't mind weakness
i finally have a place to go
and it only took falling through floors
drenched in tears and crimson
until it stopped.
where do we go from here?
how, where, when...
no ones to no ones...
you know
another smile creeps
"nah, i don't know"
there's a time for everything
falling falling falling
bounced right off the snow
felt every bone break
pupils shook blood shot
upward...
upward.
shot to the feet
stumbled to the knees
looking upward.
moonflowers
petals unfurl spinning dusk
a familiar blue
upside down
strangely cold
midnight blue
comforting the green
our stifling pollen, now giving hue
audience of one
bathing in dead spectacle
at midnight
an applause seldom heard
until taught
not be choice or will
but just as beautiful
nature.
serene.
real.
some flowers don't even get a chance to feel the sun
this is all there is
...this is all there is.
- penned by vanity march 2025
flora in silence
[march twenty-first twenty-twentyfive]
flora in silence - embers trickle up
hallowed bales nigh hollow ghosts
plague spirits raining stone
setting our suburbia asphalt mountainscape
to a whim of wafare
cross-wise corner stones
staggered teeth
paved to smile
staggered names
enjoined at the thumbs
unfurled doves
scrolls under rising tide
world blue breathing
scales stars
pillow soars
filled seven fourteen coasts
ivory perches
for vultures atop us gutters
feather tuffed billow
at the toll
at the toll
wringing
heroin puppets
in our wind
serrated ebony reflections
staggered names
well upward inside these streetlights
blinks of seeping morning mist
blinks of illusion
days weeks months years
hollow hollow
crowned monarchs diadem bore
bone whose solace swore
thy lotus tongue
for fear is the begger
fear is change
fear decries this war twenty four
carried both ways
goats and sheep
of the whim these justly claim
fear is silence in beholding what is too late
borrowed words breath and time
none are yours or mine
so why hold on,
ship anchor?
post-script 1:
prentious am i
for soley washing
shining the outside of this cup
tasting unquneching
invented "honors" "accolades"
paint
toil
squeeze a rock for all spoil
collapse empty in a unbroken body
somehow
appreciation
nothing is enough
Real Emo, Fake Friends (2023 demo)
Flip the Tape
split with neverhaveiever & ythgrp [only flora in silence side]