day 55

Autumn #17

1

I've watched the moon turn into suns

and sons into happy gentlemen

As long as I can remain weightless,

the pull of tides will dance towards me

2

The cicadas will always sing my brother's name

Winter is approaching

I don't know where the bees go when it gets cold

but I will never forget our childhood mockeries

They sing to me lullabies that tell stories of clocks,

melting into icicles

Time freezes, yall

And the mockingbird will rest in peace tonight

3

Stories finish

Sometimes happy, most of the time broken

I've braced myself for the fifth chapter of every book

That is when the paper cuts grow deeper

My hands have become vines attached to words

There is always a hello behind a heartbreak

4

Silence isn't real

I can't fall asleep in sound proof basements

My dreams never fail to keep me awake

5

I've felt colder winters on summer loving nights

Stop and think, love

It may not be cold outside

People give up warmth for lust in exchange of happiness

Now tell me, how long can you really see yourself holding my hand?

I'm starting to grow warm in my own skin

6

If I am able to speak this peace,

then I have found a home

If you are able to hear this peace,

then I am welcoming you with open arms

7

My wants are pulling me left

and my needs are pulling me right

I don't know where I'll end up in 10 years

but I'll sleep soundly in sound proof basements with the knowledge

that my dreams have pulled me forward

8

Dreams exist when happy gentlemen love their sons

and when suns turn into moons

Wishes sink to the bottom of broken ocean floors

but you can pull tides in your direction with just a hint of passion

9

Id love to watch someone fall in love 

and feel their souls immerse in beach tears

Silence is the stinging of sea salt on naive eyes

I now see that birds fly South when love freezes over,

but the bees drown themselves in cicada cries

A love lost will grow like vines onto my lungs

This is done for the day I become completely weightless

and discover that I can still breathe after catching paper cuts

10

It takes 17 years for a cicada to shed its skin and sing

Well tonight

I am 18

and I've found a home in words