Pressed to heart, the stem of rose
Murky brew born leaflets
Saving mine, steeping sweetly
As we met, before we touched
I bled truth deeply, never thought you’d see
Knights fighting between the prize
On a table above a shrine’s deceit
A planned discard, all cherished by we
Through their plates, my broken tantrum
Brought all to their feet
What could you possibly think of me
I sank in thorns, it’s time to leave pain
Aboard a train, seated by her instead
My rude nudging, an outward shame
She was lovely, please forgive me, again
Bearing your heart, glad in release
Weak, covered in blood thirsty fleas
Everything, I broke to get to you; you save me
Each thought’s end, you appear again
So I tossed you in the water, ready?
Blind faith you could swim; I jump in
The longest breath I’d ever take
Was the ache till we touched again
Then, I knew, fleas floated away for us
To embrace our love, never extinct
Inspiration
Into theater drama mind, I sought while starring through a vitamin packed chocolate matcha mixture, remembering the space of a stage. Over the week, I read through screenplays, both old and new to me. I fell asleep, and this drama played in my dream - a sort of swamp of things where behavior runs wild for truth.
This journal snippet alludes to…
Currently unassigned / unpublished episode