MIDL

I feel the trickle timer
rotate from its weight by
gravity.
I experience the pull of wind
and draw of heat bouncing intergalactic
light and sound. My vision braids
melodies of segmented truths
fingering floods and wanting
noose. Forever infinity surfs
a milky
rocked salty speckle. Beyond
scattering their nodes. A melted
tree becomes the constant trodden
city. I can hear it, each time,
whistling a pattern I'm supposed to know.
Flashing solar systems of highway speedometers
as dancers with electric lights
a pure and bliss in this alternate reality.
Echoing my legs and bouncing as water
can.
It does exist.
Why do I only admit it in
writing..

-Yolanda

Herein a world
be faithful
trust form of earthly
cumber.
Crust in which the blossom grow
unearth thunder of
prom-sye vunder. Shewitch
I cannot demise
somehow able bone
vine unwry. Who foul
a mistress by before
me.
Twitcher prowl of try
shudder and
fry.
Do you know
the depths of darkness before us.
Unpillared, tethered, anchored
afrontus.
What a world lay before
a body of minds graved.
To begin as new of unearthly measure
a strategy must surely their pleasure.

-Yolanda

It always feels like this, remembering who we are.
What is this paper if not a way for you
to talk to you.
Does it still exist tomorrow? It’s just
the meaning of it will be gone
entirely.

-Yolanda

Intercepted beliefs
life makes sense as a novel.
Is this psychosis?
This book on empaths
return serves + taunts
that tempered truth.
No detail is unworthy
their foreshadow unbound in nigh.
False magic used to sing
now fostered by maturing.
It's inconsequential to believe.
How could I possibly prove
of birth?
To in-depth metaphor
equals of dissolution ride.
The playground, virtues of circumstance.
Unfortunately dwindling
disarray.
I can't stand what
you mean - a definition.
But if I widen + decipher
warning of the void unreality.

-Yolanda

Cryptic + muddled.
My release is cuddled aside
insanity.
Often I won’t wake up.
Mummified. I am made forever,
and bound.
I cannot remember where I’m from.

-Yolanda

In retrospect I’d demise
a revolt unclear.
She think her invisible
secrets unkept in thine eye.
Bewildered and unattached,
nearly can I fathom such
pure.

-Yolanda

You are but a fool.
Thought not of our feeling of
waves. Thristle bundles
purple, blue, yellow.
They are lost in the shatter
of froth. Hitting rock and
flying currents. I can see
the stones below.
Sometimes she would pick pebbles
and just let them flow.
Their fins a reflection
of sun trying to block their path.
I know they might find them.
At the end of this river, they
would gather.
There they would wonder what they were.

-Yolanda

A sick idolization, somehow
anchored by it - to him.
I want to sleep.
Because you need more drugs, he said.
Forcing full of bottomless sadist.
I got confused.
Chose to be here.
Leaving? Not a choice either. “Open your eyes, watch. Touch me.
Don’t fall asleep again.” An army of us could have told me,
if I’d told them, ‘course.
When we both realized someone did this to me,
Shon held me as I cried.
It took a minute to realize how fucked you was.
Before it was merely the siren
you conditioned me to ignore.

-Yolanda

Amidst the rue
of wait and woe
I think of you.
With time in tow
our thoughts in two
mercedes glow.
And tanger so
belittle through.
I can’t stop now.
I bid adieu.
My love be soft
the painted now.
A planted sow
a time be brow
I think of you
This time, right now.

-Yolanda

The first time I think we
died on the beach.
We covered ourselves as The Wave
hit. Wondering with our eyes how
suffocation would hit us. And then
it did.

-Yolanda

Black mirror, shapes in between
a reflection of me, two in fact.
I wonder how content they lack
arms reaching from vicinity.
At the start, big pearls of white
and near the end,
a vacade of void. Interwoven, they get it
but apart they scream as daemons.
Today we are having people soup,
with an extra order of bubbles.
I sink my hand, five stars, and feel
them pop.
A life or death tirade and a race
to the surface.
enchanté
a dance de duex. Pas de chat.
Weathered times of disarray
compliment, a-compliment
the righteous path.
Unencumbered by dissolution
I graze the feathered tree
and dissolve.
If only thy culprit heard nor
recognized.
That whirtle of peace and truth.
If only thy inhindered
If only thy rebren.
Then..
Only then…
would thy cease.

–Yolanda

It's too funny, my regard, to all this insanity.
Unbewelt some the irony, an entirety
unawarity.
Bequeth my profanity,
I do not understand this oath.
You belittle our own vanity,
cut clarity from my cloth.
Numb yourself from the purity, some desire
for gravity. What not worth you is for me,
uphold this great tragedy.
Go unto relief, my dear, I. will. let. you.
But alone disbelief, I bear utter concavity.
Run. Slow and strong, through wails of misty guarantee.
These large hollows belong, gristly. In the mountain free.
Remember me here, my sweet love, will you member me.
Forgo my sweet song, I will swim inhumanity.

-Yolanda

Last night our ship was boarded.
Not by fiends, as we believed. Before long
I was on my chair, stomping clunky boots with my belly as the snare.
You watched. Apparently you and your troop ingested LSD. What you said next
you thought would invoke behaviour in me.
It didn’t.

So what was the point of that?

-Yolanda

Everything outside feels like inside. Like your skin is akin to the indoors, when you’re outdoors. It must be my skin doing what I see with air.

-Yolanda

My sister hurts.
She feels trapped on
the path that began her.
From this I cannot break.
Always and unalways
I am who I was.
Help her..
The secret is sure
to love them both same-same.

-Yolanda

Go forth thy reckless night,
endangering tides of bloom.
Transfigured I die
and am delivered to the Lethe.
She speaks soft baritones
wallowing of knowledge kept.
“I am bored.” She says,
my toes hanging off into The Forget. “I do not know how to help.” Neither do I not wish to.
Relay our tragic sorrow
and mist.
One by one we dive.

-Yolanda