Ignite

Combust

I lost the drive



Cease

Exhaust

I’m still alive

Twenty-seven and it's all unraveled
Nothing makes any ******* sense
I can be sorry for hours
Invalid, unless I repent

Chance missed me, I waved
I'd rather let it pass me by untouched
For those I've wronged, disappointment
For myself, I prefer unfucked

Wallow, complain, whatever it is
Nights alone and you're right there
The skull unfractured, inside a blender
The blanket unravels, leaving bare.

The astronaut is lucky
Space is vast and empty
His vessel millions of miles
From anyone to hurt

Alone with his emotions
The astronaut watches the stars
Burning, radiating, slowly dying
Much like the feelings in his breast

The absence of gravity
Does not allow the force needed
Will not allow him
To propel his ship into the stars

For they are too far
Much like the astronaut
Too far to harm
The distance is too great

Take a step
Breathe
Take a step
Off the edge

Fall free into the air
Nothing is up
Nothing is down
Floating in freefall

Wind meanders by
Your body speeds
To somewhere
But the mind is behind

The air has stopped now
Were you in distress?
Or did you imagine that?
Either way, you’re finished now

Falling ends at the bottom
Of the endless nether
The ground creeps up
Then your body assaults it

Laying on the concrete
Waking from a dream
Brush yourself off
And take a step off the edge

Oh how I long
After an endless day
To lay by you
You soft skin on mine

Our bed
Place of safety and love

Your face brightens
Eyes alight
What have I done?
Such a vision

Beauty
Easily said
Harder to explain
That's what you are

Hold me
Don't let go

Everything is
Fine with you
Great with you
Wonderful with you

My love
My darling
My life

I have often wandered
Through the forests in his mind.
'Ever changing landscape
I've been lost in too many times.

I have calmed countless storms
Even as they've damaged me.
'Ever striking lightening causing
The roots of his soul to bleed.

I alone have discovered
Caverns hidden in his head.
Dark and  jagged memories
He never meant to be said.

I have climbed mountain
Peaks piercing the crystal sky.
Such vibrant rays of smiling sun;
You'd never guess he wished to die.

-ARI

To what, and what for?
To wit, and wit's end—
as sayings go, attention's spent
on lines
between lines
out of lines of best fit:
a new line of credit to pay the mind's rent