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Io Sep 2020
Deep within the folded grey
Lonesome titans weave upon their watery graves
Amongst shale seas
Veiled with fog
Vast beasts of smoke float atop
oceans

of grey     silence
Poem about the misty sky beasts
Io Sep 2018
My hands are cold
Always
So cold
Io Sep 2019
Oh, Dark star
To be born in your own death
An existence invisible
To witness the last ancient beasts
Die in the chaos
of resurrected light
To watch the last photons
A dance of final lonesome bright
To feel yourself wane
Die in silence evermore
Oh, lonely star
Dark as solemn night
Breathe the last breath
And as you were born
Let lie the universe
Still forevermore
Io Sep 2018
To sit and watch
Lost in a forest of thoughts
Some memories chirp and sing, others creak in the chill wind
Drifting effortlessly across the moss covered ground, wandering aimlessly through the suffocating underbrush

Shadows race across the ground; before long molten gold melts into the tree of my memories
Mechanical waves drown the songs of my birds, distant shouts replace the wind through the leaves



It’s dark
Go home
Io Jun 2019
The world takes it’s time
Leaves dance slow
Dancing in a static world

My face is different to me

Can you tell me whats real?
Green eyes
Io May 2022
The sweet smell of churned earth after the rain,
A summer sun on a cold winter's day,
An icy breeze in the early morning and
A sip of bitter coffee under the dawn rays.
Io Oct 2021
A blur that breathes, growing and abating,
tides of people, entombed in steel,
flowing and fading on riverbeds of tar.
A place of nomads,
all draped in cloth.
A place of symbols,
of concrete and rebar

Sheets of cold, ice grey
Falling spindles, cold rain
A graceful procession
With a bellyful of tears
A dreadful cortège
A heralder of fears

A young forest paved with ancient crushed stones
Nothing left but the inheritance of a thousand unknowns
Nothing left, but old fossilised bones

All that has happened is what I know
And all I know is what will happen.
All that remains is what I know
And all I know is ruin.
Io
Io Jul 2019
Io
The rocks
My blood, red flow
Behind my veil ash
stars lie obscure
An eye
Rusted white
Swirling in it’s spite
It gave me life
Is it that which I abhor?
At my behest
In vacuo
Upon an inky sea
Put my burnt soul to rest
Io Jul 2019
Sand encrusted servo motors and
Crippled circuits fail
As battery fades
Images dim
My final sun set
A distant blimp
Settles
Before the approaching
Storm
Opportunity
2004 - 2019
Lost to another planet forever
Io Mar 2022
I saw you in the moon
you drew lines across my eyelids
your eyes were always elsewhere
distant, yet still beautiful
and warm.

I heard you in the wind
It was an awkward tremor
at the end of your sentence
the lines on your hands
still etched into my mind
the flush of your skin
reminded me of the sunsets back home
somewhere I can never return.

I can’t stop thinking about you.
Io Mar 2020
As sky deepen,
cerulean blue
On black bird’s wing
Eve’ draws first breath

Past rose castles
Adrift in limbo
Eternity dawns
Oblivion
Io Jun 2019
Nothing is nothing, this is the only single word that can describe this terrifying and wonderful myth of human intelligence. Nothing is a paradox, an impossibility for our minds to comprehend; an idea that, by existing ceases to exist.
Just some thoughts on nothing that I wrote down today.

Brown eyes
Io Jun 2019
You watch the world go by, content
You need not change a thing

Warm, yet distant from the heat
Watching, unaffected and not affecting, you smile
You could watch the world burn and the heat wouldn’t touch you
You’ve already faded, you’re jaded, scars lost long ago

You’re an Orange Outsider
Insusceptible, unimpressionable
You’ve surrendered, yet you continue on
Looking on
Watching waves crash
With a worn smile
and dulled Orange eyes
Curly hair
Io Jul 2019
Slivers of lost light
Ignite the under belly
Of a grey abyss
And we went into the small hut
Io Apr 2022
figures in the tree line
make me shiver
eyes from the treetops,
faces in the river
silhouettes of men
wallowed in the shallows
leading me to the gallows
whispers from the shadows
The tendency to see meaningful patterns in meaningless information
Io Dec 2020
Burn those feelings
Burn them in fire
Yet my dissenting voices
Grow only louder on the pyre
Io Sep 2018
My one pupil is bigger than the other
Strange, ive never noticed that before
Io Apr 2022
I found a grey hair today,
a sliver that only I shall ever know.
Io Jul 2019
The silence behind every sound.
Felt, not heard.

It weighs on me,
stronger than gravity.

A constant background silence,
radiating;
permeating
from somewhere behind the
noise.

Perhaps,
not silence.
Hollow noise,
dead sounds,
phantom whispers.

Haunting me,
if you’re real
Hauntingly,
what came before?
In a semi-secluded corner of his garden lay a small wendy house
Io Apr 2022
you shifted constantly
your form became that of a million bodies
and so, from everyone I saw,
I felt you staring back at me

we locked eyes

(I find your pupils in the eye of a storm)
(swirling in clouds of every colour)
(I remember you from before)
(I remember you in my dreams)
((I see you standing on a cliff))
((your silhouette drowning in an ocean of grey))
(((It’s raining)))
(((The Ocean is alive,)))
((((it’s speaking to you,))))
(((((but I can only hear the crashing,)))))
((((((crashing of the waves))))))

you closed your eyes
I looked away
but still I wonder...
if you’d drift away
too...
a glimpse into the fortress of your eyes
the black door at the centre of the crater ridden moon
whose wrought iron frame hid a mind so beautiful
I didn’t know you hid a mind so beautiful
I didn’t know...
it’s okay, mistakes happen
Io Feb 2020
Barren wastes', oceans' lure
A promise, a lie
A joke of life
Cities of ice
Carved of hatred
is this my fate?
A jest
A joke
Under eternal dusk
Born in smoke, a husk
Io Apr 2022
sink deeper... and deeper...
red to black, not closed
not open

I thought that I’d killed you
as I watched your eye sink,

were you scared?
did you hate me?
I hope you’re okay
I know that you could never understand, but
I’m sorry
04/04/22
There were two nice old ladies there with me. One had a walking stick, the other had her arm in a cast. They told me it wasnt my fault, but I knew it was. I could have avoided this harm, I wont make the same mistake twice.

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