Leave me in the bathroom while the shower is running hot,

The mirror will fog up

Like the car windows when we're smoking ***.

I wanna stay young forever,
Because I'm so scared of growing old.

In the end, I think I'll find,
We’ll all die and bleed out gold.

But for now,
I am down,
In the forgotten creases
Of the night

Wind, along the trees'
Leaves.

The window opens,

And the wind comes on through
Letting all the light in

My small old bedroom.

Do you mourn the tree of the apple?

Will you bury the vines of the grape?

With every seed you eat,
Will you remember the mother's mistake?

Dug deep are the roots.

Of the old childless Eden.

But there are no sugars left,

For your miscarried fruits.

Do you water the dead plants?

Will you bury the mulberry bush?

With every pome you swallow
Will you remember that fateful push?

And you don’t know,
what they say about my soul.

“Far am I

From the edge, gone by”

But they don’t know.

Of the earth that falls,

Hanging like the *****,

In the night sky.

Is it time to say goodbye?

Time to fly.

Embers fall off a fire

Onto my worn down coat

It doesn't matter anyway
For I just want to watch the smoke

Fly up high into the sky

Where it'll dance with the stars

Get lost in the night wind,
Just like our memoirs

Time moves by with the fireflies

Mingling about through the night

One day I'll find that we'll all die

What’s the point of continuing along,

If in the end,

All swans will sing their final song.

Oh why,

I want to be so many people.

I want to see so many people.

I can’t decide,

I can’t decide,

Soon I’d think I’d rather die.

Do we all just exist in time?

We’re at the top now,

Can you see? The sea?

It’s pulling us in, like the earths gravity.

Let’s throw down a rock

To see the fall

How heavy it is, as it goes down

Don’t you hear that? It’s a call.

There’s a shaking of trees,

The push of the wind,

Do you feel the breeze?

As we fall in.

You're watching TV
While you scroll on your phone

I'm sitting in the corner,
All alone.

I'm wondering why
You have no subtitles on,

And why these characters
Keep singing some song.

I ask you what you're shows about

You turn around and tell me to
Shut my mouth.

it will be engraved
in my brain,

like the tracks
on the train,

and they’ll call
me insane

but at least I’ll exist without the pain,

in my veins.

I’ll restrain,
I’ll maintain,
I’ll regain.

Sometimes I feel like an alien even when on my own planet.
Sometimes I feel like an alien even when in my own mind.

I am rejected, and dissected,

And left empty

But only by myself,
A hole I dug

In my heart.

Do you know my name?
Or are those just words you call me?

Do I know my name?
Or am I just another version of what we all could be?

Broken down, left skin and bone

Aren’t we all the same? Don't you too, bleed gold?

There is not much in this world I need

Just food, water, and some air to breathe.


And yet it seems in the end, I still find me gasping for breath

Thirsting and starving, forever just a fading silhouette.

you are the fire
burning in my heart

and on a lonely winter night
there is only desire

a candle bleeds wax
as you watch.

it drips, drips down
like the frost on your heated windows.

can you see my face as you look in a little closer

feel my rosy-cheeks
they are not red in heat

do you know of desire?

tell me about the fire.

How strange
Is the Autumn rain

As it all falls down
In October

all of which I hate;

I hate the sound of winter coats against the wind.

I hate the feeling of sap rubbing against my finger tips.

I hate hands holding onto my neck, as I struggle for breath.

I hate the musk of coffee and it's suffocating scents.

I hate the taste of chocolate as it melts on my tongue

I hate how pathetic my clothes fall when they go undone

I hate skin against satin sheets.

I hate a lot of things about me.

Within my fallen body,
Roots will thrive.

And in them, I am alive.

As old as my arms reach,
They will bare the fruit of all that has come before me.

I shall feed to the next generation of disciples,
The sugars that are born from this forgotten language.

And there we will all rise,
as we flow back down the river line.

When the light in her eyes would shine with fire

The Earth and the rain and the wind stilled quite

It was a sight that you never wanted to bare

And yet you see her see her everywhere

Her hands are the sun and her lips are the night

Carving flowers in the ground, telling stories out of sight

It is a dangerous day, it's a dangerous life

She is married to Space, to a husband as a wife

An elemental destruction, a chaotic price, to pay

For freedom, dismay

Come find her you shall see

A mirror of infancy?

The mirror fogs up in the room with the heat

I fall to floor, I can’t breathe.


I claw at the tub of a bath half full

The walls rain down, it’s a gravitational pull.


I scream and I cry, for someone to hear me

But the pressure of the water drowns out my pleads.


At last I’m alone, as the blood drains through

At last I’m alone with a razor or two.

You shattered me, my creator
I was built up by you, to be your muse


And you broke me, whole heartedly
your fist cracked through, and my nose drew


Crimson paint, that you then took
and painted away


On your new canvas


And there I am, at last, remade

I just wanted a breath of fresh air.

That is why I opened the window,
to see the sun, my skin, too fair.

I did it not to let the hurling storm in
To make a mess of my room, because of the wind.

I did it to breathe for once, at par
With the sky that drags north breezes from afar.

But in the end, who would blame the wind?
For I am the one, who opened the curtains.

my arms are heavy as they hang to the side

dripping ******, puddles of mahogany

i look up to see

anger in your eyes.

shattered glass lays dead on the floor

broken peaces of a reflection i recognized once before

and your tongue whips letters, form into words

oh, and how they hurt
oh, and why they hurt
what for?

You’re sickeningly intoxicated
With your orange blossom smoke

that rises from the tip of your shrivelled down kif

It’s makes me gag, it makes me choke

the scent of calabrian bergamot,
it sits in the back of my throat

and yet the blanc musk that you leave behind

leaves me wanting more,
I chase wildly as I climb up the grape vine

I cringe at the despise, at the hypocrisy, that fills my mind with those blessed be

scents, and notes
of fruity floral dope

Sigh, what if I die?
Before morning
And no one remembers the note
I wrote

So you will be left with thoughts of nothing
And it’ll all be just a cruel, cruel, joke

Are my tears making you choke?

Or is it the laughter, I used to bring
to your beating heart
That now doesn’t sound a thing

Like the stringless harp

That I broke
And now just sits alone
Near your window

So I’d be glad I was dead
Cause then
I won’t remember all the **** I did

To you

Or to anyone
Affected by my choice

I am pre olympique when I breath, a son from the 12 if you please

I hold up the skies on the cloudy nights
or when there is nothing but coloured lights

The grandfather, Uranus, he is who I hold
up as he is heaven for his story to be told

My shoulders weigh down as the bearer of bad news
Bad days and bad storms too

And when the clouds cry, I chuckle a ‘tee-hee’
For as when the new race of humans believe
And they get a sense of that cold breeze

They don’t realize the rain that falls
isn’t even rain, not really a little bit
not really even at all

For when I hide away
And get betrayed

But not by Herakles, no by the world
By the one whom I hold

I let them fall
The tears of a titan
The tears of a little girl

Human and all

The words don’t rhyme
I’ve wasted my time

There is no meaning
No melancholy feeling

I watched a YouTube video to write this

There is no point in any of it.

I wish to be able to breath all the scents of an Autumn day
With the leaves with the wind, I will take up all my space
As the sounds whistle in
I can fill my grave
And in my heart, and in my head
I know my fate.
I've met my face.
It's not my mistake.

I have met the morningstar
Of whom falls below the fallen leaves
She sings a song of adversary
Aphrodite, you cannot reach me.

For I have learnt to breathe.
For I have learnt to breathe.
For I have,

I breathe.

Why wait? For the beating drum, like a beating heart, a little faster now, my solidarity

and when the moon rises it’s time to think, it’s time to breathe, why wait? Like the drowning, a bleeding tree, find me.

Lost in a dark forest, hidden from the world, each root is a story, constantly be retold. Why wait?

The library distracts like art on the wall, please leave, why wait, lightning looks like veins.

Show me your heart, does it look like mine? Why wait? It’s finally your time.

Too many days are in a year

when the wind finally stops we wait, here.



On a cold hill with no air

I fall, my time is growing near.



The sun moves again, as it meets the night.

As I lay back falling, I no longer fright.



The stars are beautiful, but they run from height

My head reaches the ground at last, I take flight.

I woke before the day, when the moon still meant night

Where a cold shiver had met my back, why did I fright?

Was it that, there was something, I couldn't seem, to see, that left my guardian in still?

There was a sour flavour in the air, so stale, and yet so colourful

A drowning sense may devour, my nose wrenched of pure sulphur

Or was it my comatic imagination, my brain still so tired.

Then all of a sudden I heard a gasp, could it belong to a vengeful soul?

"Who have I wronged enough to hurt me this much, to leave my will an empty hole."

The trees had then rustled a mocking screech

I'd soon fall to the floor, begging I could scream, except my throat remained dry

I'd sit there tortured by the silence and lack thereof by what I beg to simply be an invading dream

But know instead that "No, this must just be my torment."

Why should I have to feel my heart? So loud, my beating guilt

Could it be because of the girl locked in my previously
built, chest

Under my bed

Where I wish I could still lay

Except however, despite my want, I must wait for my soon to come, internal dismay

For this night and therefore myself, are but a hurricane

This eerie vision of what is to be both the eye and the storm

Is leaving me externally worn.

I will retire to be grass on the lawn.
Wishing I could lay dead like the flower, all day long.

How free it would be,
to live like the leaves in the breeze
Dangling, helplessly, up on the trees
With all the fallen branches under me.

Could I become salt on skin?
For the dogs to lick off with their lips.

And my body may lay motionless on the ground,
With all the hungry vegetation growing around.

A wilted plant thirsting for the sun
And I am the one who lay their growth undone.