divine roses

pout their

lips,

at the
sight

of you.

i rip off the labels off my beer bottles

to make a point that i could rip myself 

off any time i want, because i try

but can't actually do it.

i'm a sinking battle ship, going

down through foam and booze,

but i'm not, because i'm the moon

that hazily echos anxieties you repress.

NO REST FOR WICKEDNESS

world fall.

let your tired

arms rest, and 

sleep soundly.

you have held

everyone, now

you're shaking

from the force

pressing down,

so,

fall, world.

let it all 

ease down,

rest your tired

arms and 

sleep.

FORGOT HOW TO WORK
1.
pouring wine like tea
down into the depths
of my body,

i am falling apart.

2.
last night my fingers
turned to ash, and
along the edges of
my lips, blood seeped
out. i think i am
literally going to pieces.



maybe

TO THE END; YOUR HEART 

FOR THE KEYS TO TREES

i take ropes, and

hang them from vines.

to intertwine more of

your veins into mine.

i haven't got the keys,

to your flowering eyes.

you open and shut them

at will, to tease my eyes,

that bloom like leaves.

pulling at the streams

running through me,

you're still mean,

but you're still mine.

i'm gonna do a performance in albert park! if you want you should come cause its gonna be cool c: i promise

i was part of a film for NYMPHETS here is the video!

it was really awesome and makes me miss hana lots and lots. rosie is really awesome and tawa is too and i love all three of them lots and lots.