… Today I fell in love with flow. As she pulled back the fabric of her luxurious wave encrusted dress, shimmering with an oceanic radiance, she would twirl into whirlpools with breathtaking fluidity. I gazed upon her empyrean heritage, her angelic countenance, bursting with wondrous reefs and soothing currents to spiral me downward into watery depths. She revealed to me dark riffs in her imagination, inciting outbursts from deep sea crevasses. Thundering underwater volcanoes join the tides of war, championing themselves with the discordant cries that surface and pop with a siren’s sorrow. She feels there’s an abyssal drop nobody is willing to venture across, but I’ve seen transcendence manifest in the deeps, and they glow and resonate with her generosity and grace. And as long as kisses are exchanged between shores, I will admire my love beneath the tide.

In the presence of you all
I am the minuscule whimper
The pliable verdant sapling
Absorbing the sunlight
Devouring the moonlight
Chilled by the darkness and the winds of December

I await my moment of clarity in which echoes will become foreign, and I will deafen with discordant absurdity established by only me.
I await the stripping of the senses, to be ensconced within an elaborate dimensional fold, neatly tucked in plain sight for all to behold.

Yet I revel in dampened caves, in frostbitten hovels where my body grows restless, and my mind objects claiming we are timeless.
The thriving essence of that weary traveler with a tireless spirit
And every primeval music note I’ve salvaged from the stars I will use to compose my insanity
And you will hear it on windy days where the sea looks unusually reckless
And you will feel it during moments of transience
And you will see it lingering briefly when you witness your future
And during those moments of lucidity you will come to realize how far I’ve come from where I stood

I tended a lovely garden today
A tripudiation of the mind
Guiding saccharine scents from thought blossoms
Every petal pristine
Shimmering against the ******* of sunrise

I escaped from the Cognitive Radiance Suppression Clinic two nights ago

Slipped through the pressure cracks unnoticed

No precautionary measures

Just focus

On the outside I sung

Swept into a tornado of metaphysical

****** into a whirlpool of the spiritual

I was connected to the universe

Amplified by my well versed tongue

However, the reverie didn’t last long

My mind was confiscated

I was told its volatility needed to be monitored for safe measures

Now it’s attached to suppression plates

In that asylum I lay dormant

Patiently waiting for my next outbreak

Another sunrise
Which means another end to a restless night
Another-
Another expanse of lingering doubt, or should I call it regret
Over words I could have said
Hardly
It’s probably over the actions I should have stressed
Relaxing  
I don’t know, I’ll find the right words under a different moon
I’m not emotional, no, only when I drink too much
Uncontrollable? No, only when I think too much
These thoughts are just a delirious distraction from sleep
Perhaps they set in because I don’t dream enough
I like that
The concept of dream
It entices me, excites me
It certainly frightens me
Stroll through the corridors of my mind
In the back with all the other **** I’ve put off to the side
I’m sure you’ll find some peculiar boxes
Accompanied by the stagnant smell of a defeated ego
Surrounded by an air of distraught
I know it’s there, but I haven’t been
Maybe those boxes are what I need to wake up
But this isn’t a dream
Yeah, I just think too much
****
How long am I gonna keep this up?
Poetry, creative writing, expression in a wide variety
This is what the mind needs
This is what I need
So I’m glad that we keep in touch

“I’ve had it up to here”, she speaks to me
“Another broken-hearted night” is what I find behind her eyes
And bathed in a fire as the air mingles and weaves with me
I hide this new rancor along with despise and hostility
And beguile a few smiles to dismantle this **** peacefully

She thought it was love but it was never such
She spills her soul beyond the tongue gets in return a “**** you talk too much”
Her pain is the cloudy day where you can feel the sky calling out for rain
If only I could promise her she’ll never hurt again

My issues gently brush my shoulder
As if trying to avoid me
But can’t completely void me