I.
You were my secret.
You were the depiction of my
innocence and curiosity
My first taste of growing up
and growing complicated.
You deserved more than what
I had to offer.

II.
You were my addiction.
Even thought you weren't good for me
I kept on coming back.
I fell into your little hypnosis
just like all the others
And sometimes I wonder if
I even meant as much to you
as you did to me.

III.
You were comfortable.
With you, everything was normal and
safe and okay.
But sometimes too much stagnancy
causes people to drift apart
And we never tried to salvage
what was left.

IV.
You were my knight in shining armour.
But I couldn't be your princess.
You loved me too hard, for too long
And I wish I could've given it back.
You left me roses everyday,
And I left them out to die.

V.
You are everything.
You are my secret that I want to keep to myself
to feel the rush and rebellion
of growing up, everyday.
You are my addiction.
I can never get enough of you,
through both the good and bad.
You are comfortable.
I feel safe and at ease
just being by your side.
There's nowhere I wouldn't go
and nothing I would't do with you.
You are my knight in shining armour.
And I am your princess.
You saved me from the dragon
of loneliness and despair.
And won my heart in the battle.
You are so much more.
You are.
And I wouldn't change a thing.

1608

The ecstasy to guess
Were a receipted bliss
If grace could talk.

One day in a moment of silent reflection, I ask myself if I am alone? The earth became still quiet and then a soft breeze blew by me, on it were the sounds of children laughing not too far away. I then heard the sound of a cricket chirping and a small bird singing. I looked up to the sky and it seemed so empty, then I saw an Eagle soaring into the sun. In an instance I felt peace wash over me. Then a quiet voice in my heart reminded me that there is no isolation and that despite where I seek solitude, that I am never truly alone.

my empty hands sprawled
the healers of magical minds watch intently
as i rush to speak all my madness thoughts
as i spill the visions and voices that come to me in the night
they pour out onto the madhouse floor
stained like blood red wine
sharp taste to the minds electric eye
wrap tin foil around your fingers when you type
lest the alien signature machine sees you in a dream

the healers of a magical mind
tell you of reality that you cannot see
they give you small pills to make it all better
to soak up all the fears
your magic mind speaks inside your ear
tells you not to swallow the pills
that they make your face look funny in the mirror
that they control you with secret machines
in magazines

sit on the bare floor
straight jacket wrapped warmly around you like loving arms
and watch the cursed moon rise neath the clouds
sing in a whisper to the voices in your head
your eyes wide open
to the magical mind

haunting frights slur,
convincing a tired,
throbbing spine to
stumble away from
memories lost in
the unforgiving happy
hours of continuous,
cheap brown lager.

young, blonde pigtails
tap weary broad shoulders
and mumble under
bubble-gum breath:
“strong bones won’t
do a corpse
any **** good.”