Kaniahlies

Clicking               Clicking                              Clicking                                             Clicking Return, And back. And Clicking               And Clicking                              And Clicking                                                                                                         And a reaaaaach, God it’s so far--- Why is it so— Return, And back.

Bottle glass cat, bitter brown and stained black With a lung as sharp and dark as worn brass Back to foam it crests through waves with a crack Its maw split wide, filled with teeth and green glass Hear the sand, its rasp against the air The cat’s claw curls a single ring, sun bright Across crown glass, burning its brand into grit fair The powder smoke smoldering into light Amber glass rolls through monastery windows The shadow of silicon devils dance Through stained glass, spitting painted frescoes- Setting fire to hell with a forked lance    Set fire to ocean’s kiln, scald its dark bays    Burn, the whiskers of time, set t

Blood under the nail A rust-covered crescent moon Salt on a glass lip

I dreamt I was followed by the cat. She shows up often. Down the stairs, two at a time by the railing.   Her whiskers trail the floor. She doesn’t touch me, but she is warm. Black, soft, velvet— she never makes a sound.   She’s not me, I am not quiet—                My voice was just taken She is strong; strong as something so small can be. Her eyes glow,                And the rat king cowers— But she is not me.                I like the rat,                                  And I can’t quite get her to stop hissing at it. She brings me gifts, Things I don’t want. Never dead, but alw

Hearts are not meant to be broken. They are meant to rot. Humans can be beautiful, But tragic. Love is meant to blissful, Or erratic. Human nature, though, Is the ugliest nature on the planet. We hurt each other on purpose. There is nothing crueler than us. We can be gentle, Cordial, even. But that is our choice. And you, obviously, Have decided against it. Hearts were not meant to be broken. And mine was meant to rot.

Sometimes I think things are not meant to be. No stars will ever align; no fate ever conjured. Our destiny is as unfathomable as the sea. We were born blind, lost, frightened, and backward. The tragic story of the candle and the flame, Like wax, we weaken under the heat of the other. A mother without a child that cries out of shame, The weight of her sorrow adding on to her anger. Hopes, and thoughts, that have led us on, Lead us to change directions, and take a chance. Lives can still change, and when we are gone, We can look back and see it was all circumstance. A mother may kiss a child, a candle a flame-- But that is not fate, something e

One day, Far away, A child waits in your arms. One day, Far away, Your love will be needed. One day, Far away, You will never have to be afraid. Life goes on, And time does not stop. But your family can guide you, And you can survive. One day, Far away, You’ll be truly alive. One day, Far away, The tide will rise. One day, So far away, You’ll eventually die. Life goes on, And time does not stop. But your family can guide you, And you can survive.

You take me and you strip me down, Until there’s nothing but the ground. You may see me but we both know, There’s nothing to show. My skin will vanish like paper. And I shall taper. You decided to rate me. To take me. I am a doll in your possession. Though, I have no need of your lesson. Strip me down, Strip me down until there’s nothing but the ground. Rate me. Take me. But you won’t have me. There’s nothing to me. But me. And can you take that away? I don’t think so, you can barely stay. Please, oh please, just stay away. Break my porcelain arms, But I have already sounded my alarms. I will be avenged.

Sometimes we wonder If our Gods abandoned us. If we are flawed. If something is wrong with us. And I will not lie, We are imperfect. And sometimes we are wrong. But that means nothing. Because there is no such thing As perfection, Or true justice. Life goes on. Make it your own, Do not dwell on these things. It is not something meant for the mortal mind. But something other. Greater. Stronger. The true you. Do not let your faults make you who you are.

When he was born, she saw the world in his eyes. He was her world. And he was taken away from her so fast. Two days old. Two days— And then he was gone. You can love something forever, But for some reason life doesn’t last. He was her only son, Her first child gone, She would never see him play in the streets And grow into the young man, Instead, years passed. When she was old and gone, She thought back to her son. The life he had only just begun So quick and so short Faster than that of her own. Lying in her death bed, Surrounded by her family— She told his tale, A two day trip. His eyes bluer than her hardship. The world