Vacant

We are poured out like water..

Our tongues cling to our jaws

As we fall to dirt.

Our thoughts bounce from the echoing of our crashing bodies.

Souls are formed, purpose is made.

Every bone, out of joint.

Every voice, a drowning lake.

Love makes a nest inside our mouths,

Waiting for us to breathe.

Our hollow corpses ache,

Causing our minds to bleed.

There is no other place.

So for that; we must leave.

A Walk through the Park

Trees push through as stretching fingers. 

Spots of grass are left as hair.

And benches serve as eyebrows.

Lakes hold the thoughts of a thousand thinkers.

Ideas bounce between ripples of air.

-Rare tranquility.

A foreign world,

Remembered steps.

The largeness seeds humility.

Leaves fall with each breath,

A wonder to witness.

Your soul takes a piece with it-

Stealing what's left.

Flames

Echoing hands are placed among the soul.

Leaving fingerprints of longing,

And a hunger to be whole.

Swimming in the dark abyss called a womb,

The cold sparks a flame inside our veins.

A desire to burn for something.

Hardly quenchable, but not invincible.

It sustains through all pain,

With no house or settlement.

The only weakness is negligence.

Living here since our existence.

The flames first fell from the eyelashes of life.

Drenched with deafening peace and delight.

Something so powerful, so easily forgotten.

A world rarely talked about when seen,

Yet wished for from days and years and in-between.

Possessed within us all, passed away beneath the walls,

Ready to ignite.

There's no more need for night.