A.J.S(torming)

Forgive me Sun for the Moon beckons me  With its starlight fond of my vessel. It was said  “The marks on her skin are the galaxy.” Always adorned by the stars, their epiphany.  I was chosen to be theirs, their second star to the right, Straight on till-. Morning comes and my vessel is released from starlight Getting nutrients the sunlight provides needed for my vessel. You are appreciated, sunlight, you truly are. Though I know the moment Sun descends once again My vessel awakes to the call of starlight.  

The Catalysts begot my poems Yet I was the surrogate Carrying them for moons and moons Until they descended downward through me Yearning to be seen By the Catalysts who called them degenerates As I howled out their names By the stars Claiming them as mine

A translucent figure -  Cold hands, Cold feet, Cold body, Limps on the bridge, step by step, Clasping their hands together, like a beggar As sparks sear blisters into their palms. It’s before dawn, air dry and numb.  The sky grey and mute with a tint of saffron bleeding into its hue. The bridge is not for eyes not of this world, Surpassing the length of the Nile Going from East to West with endless asphalt going down the line.  The smoke rising up covers the bridge like a veil on a bride, Below there is soot of old,  Never kindled long enough to Warm a thought.  The figure staggers close to the railing, never looking over its edge And stops at a lamp with a chimney sitting idly.  The tick-tocktick-toktick-toktick-tocktick-tocktick-toktick-tock Never ceases in their ears,  They cannot even give out a groan to acknowledge their pain As their tongue was cut out.  Their only acknowledgement is as the caretaker to the lamps, With no start, no end, cont...

  Hanahaki disease is a fictional illness born out of Japanese Shōjo manga. It describes a condition where someone suffering from unrequited love coughs up or vomits flower petals or even entire flowers .     She gaped at me.  I saw my words settle in the moist air on that gray sky afternoon, The whistling whipping wind paying no mind to all that I have bottled up. She wiped those sickly pink eyes She has and I sighed.  “Stop crying,” I said firmly, and She’s hanging onto every  Vowel and consonant I speak, “The disease is set in stone. You couldn’t cure me anyway.” The thing is, She’s really not at fault for this. She’s someone I’ve known since elementary school and paid no attention to. Then I did. One random day, It hit me, just recently, with no rhyme or reason.  And my heart pulsed more and more driving me into resentment. I notice everything about the way She exists now -  The brown hair into ringlets like a spiral staircase She wears, Lig...

 This poem is to be read along to the tune of 'London Bridge'.  Did you see the beast around? Float around, dance around? Did you see the beast around? It sees you.  At the burial the psyche couldn’t rest Lingering on words, it became obsessed At the burial the psyche couldn’t rest It will collect your debts.    The lonely wraith wails at sunset  Don’t close your eyes, there’s no reset The lonely wraith wails at sunset It smells your sweat.  The haunting hour begins at night Get inside before the fright The haunting hour begins at night It follows you.  Inside paint everything blue Don’t wait too soon, paint it  Haint blue Inside paint everything blue Or the unnatural will ensue.  The giggling shade enters in Hold onto faith, it will give a chase The giggling shade enters in How fast are you?  The fervent spirit jacks your shadow Sucks it dry and gave a swallow The fervent spirit jacks your shadow How hollow are you? The quiet haint...

  let me sniff it out is it the  bad breath after I wake up from the land of sonder; dehydration  tea i steep in the early morning; of malt, honey, soil, musk broth i drink for a meal; salty sugary refined  snow of the new year casting a spell onto the patch of briar roses; herbal  smoke fire from a night of vague confessions; savory skin to skin on a new mother; apple cider vinegar  cologne on a new father; milk in the bones let me identify what makes my soul a soul