The tides are high and there is fear in their eyes,
the eyes of the ocean,
the eyes of the creatures down deep in the sea.
The hunt is real, they search deeper,
taking their whims and their fancies and their instinctual projections and finding themselves in their safest place.
The buildings that design the obsequious cityscape are filling with water. The groveling air towers over, like a filmy smoke of misused thoughts, and moments people want but lose.
The roofs are calling the names of crowds and everything is the same color.
The color of fear; mis-colored schools of thought, a murky brownish swim of trepidation and drowned almost brilliance.
She waits a while, leaving her misery and love and dirt and meaningfulness to turn into what it wants.
Her feet are one with her mind, a waterlogged caption held captive on a steamboat headed toward the end of the world.
The water is purest at the end of the world.
The way to move is no longer open form, pick a card and get a boat if she’s lucky.
Masses gather on the tops of buildings, Freedom a word synonymous to safety.
**** a boat this kid's gonna swim.
Paper boats and carrier pigeons prove the back and forth of things.
Overnight everything becomes as clear as the rising ocean.
The escapism from daily trivialities is now arbitrary as there is nowhere left to escape to.
People gather around doors, a vague hope that one might open in a way that is beyond itself.
Everyone glistens with wetness, water pouring from the sky, coming up from a place too deep to rightfully understand.
The mouths of fish are left to their own devices as one door opens.
A lonesome unlocked door holds a building of more buildings.
Facilities meant for easy death, built into one another like memories that play off of a fake idea of what the past means.
Steel doors of fiery incinerators, reaching out for a hold on life. Immediate death the most vital thing any one of them can do.
She gathers. Thoughts, hope, love, sentimental objects. A sketchbook, a book of sketchbooks, a stick of incense, a cat, a longing.
She comes to a place of peace with the idea of steel-wrought incineration.
Meditation, endurance, strength. A step inside the narrow steel room, painted with the blood of the ancients, the loss of a civilization, She loses herself.
Within the nothingness that is death, comes a realization of the realization of nothingness at all.
This realization of nothingness transforms into darkness. A stumbling around. She wanders and wonders a while.
When she comes to, she recognizes a second consciousness.
Herself.
Her consciousness seeps into the mind of an alternate version of herself.
Slowly, she fades.
Slowly, she morphs into herself again.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
The world is cruel and I'm a fool
Life is cheap and I'm ******* poor
Please may I have some water
Where's the water
I don't have any more
I won't stand here quiet
Quite the not the perfect match
You're leaving my to unravel the riot
I'm leaving you to deadly the catch
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
Frantically fled through the hallway,
Spinning steps down the steep stairway,
Looking into the room with no light,
Behind the secret door bookshelf,
Dreams on to the strange machine,
Now off to the stars
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
When the lights went out
and you were left to your own devices
what part of the bars did you hold onto
in the name of sudden compromise
this city spoke in a voice that whispered at just you
you were always a fast talker who had nothing left to lose
the paints we played with to write on walls
were colored by blood and the skid of your shoes
Left behind and held back
by the same pane of glass
that broke into a thousand pieces
when the ceiling finally cracked
Now may these fond memories
hold truth upon your life's beaten down path
so I can pretend that in that moment
you knew to you that you were on the right track.
you
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
tumbling trees and bumbling branches
leave it to me to **** through the circumstances
perhaps you reflect the mess of second glances
with these days all sideways I'm not much to take chances
I never felt like we were quiet
quite a perfect match
you leave it to me to unravel the riot
I leave it to you to deadly the catch
and you're next
and i'm next
and we're next
and he's next
and one day this will all be mine.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
I wonder if stars ******
when they explode!
creating new life.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
with all wistfully whispered through the illusions
that reflect against one another to make this life
each breath exhaled alludes to confusion
we take what we get to build shields against strife
one step further is one step out
trapped in a world of backs and ins
we know not what we are but what we're taught
time not a straight line but cyclical beginnings and ends
wrapped in endless beginnings again
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
saved me from a spell
a well of dark that crept through the sidelines
you wept what you felt
had yourself lost in the guidelines and lifelines
what was worse was the line
between good and evil I sought
I know even lines
and I taught you to crop them I thought
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Reality shifting in a way we could get to
if the world were just a bit flatter
when the truth of the moon is reliant upon the sun
where everything with matter cyclically scatters
surrounded by faces,
he sits lives lonely some
waiting in an empty room
she's knows no one will come
I've been outdone,
he traveled faster than you
you've been outrun,
she did better than I could do
its the way that time is spun
like wind on J's cling clang clatter
where complacency is hung
next to apron strings as a happily ever after
At least the ones that needed me
had the quiet decency of fair warning
that they signaled the cubs to eat away everything
the wolves couldn't use to play with me
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
There was a difference you know
on the path that facilitated our growth
I'll never leave you
after I left you a long time ago
It wasn't your fault I know
you didn't know that I found myself without you
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC