A Wounded Landscape

There's a crack in the cliff I've been sleeping in.

The darkness pulled together,
Magnetic and synthetic.

But if the earth can tear apart
Just enough for me to fall in.

It will tear apart again.
Let me out.

Breathe. Ascend.

The World Whisperer

The thunder in my head pulsing,
But my eyes have not begun to rain.

Accepting will lend you freedom,
Evacuate the pain.

Silence is the cue to thinking.
Drowning in the dark.

But every time one holds my hand,
They tend to leave a mark.

Lead me to an infinite ladder,
Bring me to the sky.

I have inhaled a dream to explore the world entire.
And I long to say goodbye.

The Infinite Climb

Grow with me against a wall.
Tangle up our vines, twisted - entwined.

Because I can't think of anything I want more
Than the surface of you against my screaming, rapid pulse.

And don't leave my side,
No other vine can replace the way
Yours has shaped mine.

Contents in A Canyon

In the cavernous depths
Of our boundless cliffs

We climb.

Cracking in the waterless abyss
Immeasurable, alive and fighting.

Knowing it is impossible to crumble,
Omniscient of this concrete existence...

We shall carve our names
In stone.