Poems from a game

 Hear each voice

As above so below

The barons forget what the workers know

Each of our voices is raised in a call

Do not forget why your islands don't fall

Even the mountain grinds down to dust

You can't control that all iron rusts

These chains will snap and some day we

Will breathe together then we'll be free

To my Yevette

I'll never forget the first time I saw violet, never knew the color truly until I saw it in your eyes, I will not lie, they light up my night and I just wish the first time that we kissed I could freeze time, I'd never leave you behind and don't you mind the future or the past and we both know this won't last and I have to laugh but I would rather watch a zeplin crash then admit it but I can't quit you and violets are still my favorite.

Your eyes

I know they're not stars 

Because they do not burn me

And they seem close enough to lay kisses

Across your eyelids

Otherwise, 

I do not know the difference

Day 29: I won't say it

 Your lips are clouds and now I don't ever want sunshine again

I wish I were a cat

Or a mouse

Or a creature who can curl up in a warm place and just absorb

Like a sponge, this feeling

Instead of feeling like my stomach is being wrung out.

I want to make this profane, 

Or sacred, 

Or trussed up in metaphors and colors and other useless things

But the truth has never been more lovely

I want to shout it from the rooftops 

And whisper it into the rustling grasses of the meadow where I sleep

In my den of soft hay and sweet acorns

And hide from myself the cat 

And fall so deeply into this feeling that I drown 

In truth