I touched a fire once,
Unwillingly,
Unknowingly,
We are from the sea,
But not all are one with the sea,
Black, Deep, Rough,
Terrifying traits we all posses,
Like that of our womb.
If you're not happy in the ocean
You're the devil in disguise.
There are few who've rose from the core,
The flames red and hot like their passion,
And i touched one once,
Unwillingly,
Unknowingly.

Tonight i'll be dreaming of you.
Will you dream of me too?
You pulled the flaws from my veins,
Yet i'll still dream of you.
Once falsely believing you,
you had the complexity of the cosmos.
Blessed by the absence of your presence,
If I wait,
I will trust in time that we will meet again.

sprinklings of soft flour
scattered upon teal green kitchen tiles
well wishings and moving chairs
make soft background noises
I look up at the deep red of your apron
the business suit of the old fashioned woman
you pick me up and place me on the tiles
Usually cold, they're warm in the kitchen's heat
I smile as I draw a tree through the flour
you look down on me and laugh
such warmth and happiness in your smile
that split second of attention, all I needed,
to progress through the cinnamon smelling household
on a day perfect for lying.

and the way that you laugh, tongue on teeth
and the way that your styled like this "I am not a poet"
and the way that I know you are.
The way that you confuse me day in, day out,
and the way that I don't mind.
The way that I have showed you pen to paper,
And the way I'm trying to perplex you with these words.

Confusion,
Mammoth depth to your words,
In my head,
Shallow as they were intended,
Different meaning was sensed.
Amend to simplicity and concern
yourself with me.
For now dearest continue freely
Through uncomplicated mundanities.
At Once, At last, if never,
We will pass swiftly,
Quick grins,
Sweating palms,
Confusion.

Regained space was easily adopted
A night so frosty for a cold departure
Don't stop imagining
The thoughts of me were once so clean
I've went and dirtied them
Replaced your body
With the bones of him
Conceal your anguish with her broken lips
Words that don't fall are the ones you'll miss
She's a well dressed faux impressionist
Of the love you required
But lost on a night so frosty for a cold departure

Tossled leaves upon a matchbox,
an acorn marks the X on the map.
You were here,
now I've arrived.
Imediatley treasuring the gold inside
And now it scrapes and scratches and sores,
at this once touched neck,
You touched before,
Like a dainty noose,
Of chestnut coloured curls.

Explain to me in the depths of night,
On marble stairs of silent synagogues,
How you have swamped my fearless soul.
Once comparable to church light,
Now reflects the darkened holes of words forgotten.
Do you acknowledge the death of my mind?
Doubtful, my accidental murdering love,
Uneducated, unaware, unloving as I now progress.
Life is a white wash, wailing from all angles.
And I hope you've noticed my only talent,
To become a phantom of all aspects
Founded masks upon surrounding presences.

Hysterical screams at O'Molloy's heated hooting tales,
Assumed shouting in agreement
Fear Not! The subject of my howling is directed at the disgrace of your being.
Laughing, screeching, loss of breath at your current self.
How you're like a notch of carpet.
Irritating, unmoving, need of scissors,
Lost in life as we stamp on you,
Uncaring as we step a little harder each time.

you'll look nice in your grave,
pale and surrendered
to the earth,
All sins forgiven,
By the judging,
For death is sad,
And you won't know,
The faces who came,
To watch you go.
If you don't wait long,
You'll never see the sun again.
Ah,
Death is on my brain.

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