Beyond the tree's that rise up from the ashes of starlight
unkempt winds bristle through the leaves
Unabashed laughter, and softly cooing feather down
under the time where sunlight is drowned
Beneath the canopy that glisten with droplets rising
verklempt, in the wants we want not, and
the stones that weigh down the roots of our dysania
Priorities will take away this realm in the name of the sun
Serendipity allows the path to be found once again

Wrench the sockets, from their bones
the metal shrieks, and tears with sinew
This stark heart harkens back to the coal pit
and fire and ice and blood and chain
A Solivagant makes his trek again through
the pitiless expanse the horizon provides
Exuberant in folly, exuberant in wisdom
Biting the hands that taste like batter
added flavors that make the mixer madder
As if madness was the secret ingredient
Refire.

Have you heard, heard of the clickings?
The clickings that clatter together to cause mischievious misconduct
Yes, though, how did you know what I was going to say?
Hahahaha, Just privy insight second guessing the other half of your insticts.
wrap me up in a paper bag, and
forget me behind the back wheel
Let those carrion carry my weight on
fir a spell.
Less high than I'm now

Varnish on the black top crescent ocean
reflections of the youth I'd never known
crying helplessly like I've only ever hoped to
crying helpless on the kitchen floor
Get out
I fight to hold onto stable ground
Get out
now a piece of driftwood
Get out
A solemn plea for the safety of kinfolk
Get out
I tell my acknowledgement of injustice
What now
Holding on against the black waves of indifference
The next shore
Reeling from the reactions wrought
how long
My breath is held in anticipation
Until you land
in a realm where darkness destroys
everything except that
which eye's
tread

White dress upon the maxim blackness
veil lifted to designate the
eyes
now I sleep amongst the screams of never-were
see the laughing tendrils slitheen in horticulture
eyes
legs, laughs, dining umbra lasting forgotten
a numbing agent
testimonies sanctified in antiquety
and other such fancy words
must be clockwork orange
singings of the ultraviolent
tuesday two days past the last day for the full
moon

no need to go to school
but my hands work independently from my hands
science can
bring azn explanation but I
can't
so I'm sitting here ha;f in the dark but can't svoid thid dickness called sdavark but i'm to used to half of ordnance givwn to living quarks
I'm dying

There's no point writing anymore
when the idea of sharing them again becomes
so droll
Now my thought's wrestle against themselves
and disappear, and unfold
The farther they stretch, the further they fold in
then release, like a breath, for a moment unspun
yo-yo
betrayed tenfold, no matter the compatie.
Friends, turned heathens, turned businessmen, turned faithful, turned deathtrap, turned kindness, turned apathy, turned hoprful, turned apathy, turned tarnished over time, turned hate for the self.
and I'm over here like, bro//
I just want to be left alone.
therein lies deceit, a line I've waited to say for some time.
we all seek something, and it makes want for us all
no matter the source.
Perhaps, that's why some of us still pay taxes.
If you're reading this
Just because you're scared, doesn't mean you're wrong to be. When your scared, though, make sure you're scared for the right reasons. Don't act out in fear, or jealousy, or anger
They cloud your judgement, and distract you from the cause.
and.
they could very well destroy whole chapters and books of a life.

I hope you fix what needs fixing, mark what needs marking, cultivate what needs cultivating, and build what needs building.