To bring you into this world a terrible gift
8 months of unforgetting and weeks of aches
Tumbling down the mountain stopping
Only to see how far I've fallen

The journey torturous and terrifying
In your coming you almost weren't
Neither was she it rendered me immobile
Standing by her bedside

In the coming weeks after it passed
You lay quiet, I stared with endless adoration
Moving silent knobs and hearing my
Feelings come into fruition

I hope you know the price of life
It's wonder and gayity
To never get stuck in the hurt that comes
To move through the fjord with ease

I will give you the world and hope it doesn't
Take you from me like it almost did

Pliable unreality
N
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            Try and let go
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Rear your head from the sand and

Put yourself together

Again

Play my fid
D l'v(e)     Always hated

My body and mind

**** my words from me and
to shreds

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            em
    ar


If you speak never to start silence

Eat your heart and burn the rest

Of your body along with mine

Down upon a pale path draws the knife
Dull, sharp stinging pain the first the worst
The second even better, viscous pomegranate
Seeds of doubt pour out

I try not to scream and shout, closed lips
To the hurting in my heart
Brain holding my feelings in hands wringing
Wet with tears slippery salt mingling

The light comes in and out
Candle lighting itself from it's own smoke
Eyes open to find myself still here
I wish they didn't

In the morning I hear footsteps
And all they can say
Do you feel better?

The tales that dance on the wind
Flow from my breath like
Water my thoughts liquid and abrupt
Tear the rocks in half and the ground in
Twine my burbling nature with man
Gro()ves of my presence and knowledge of my actions
Discard the cascading river of thoughts
Mushroom spores infecting bugs killing
Creatures with nothing but the buds of
My affection discarded for the truth
Obscured by frost

Unend the end of everything
Eat the fruit of your labour
**** the juice as it drips from your lips
I want to tie myself down to the maypole
Dance a never beginning circle
With your arms tethering me to the ground

Loud proud quiet as a mouse
She sings of birds and ladies animals and
Never shares herself with the world
Constantly in question and unable to
Believe there is more to he(a)r that others find
Themselves in (it)

The shadows of the past gaze down on us
Sparkling eyes of long ago
Dying to meet us and sore from their journey
Guide us to shore and part goodbye

How many times will I break this glass
Only to glue the pieces back together
The sand leaks between the pieces I can't find
And the gaps in the upturned ceiling

I said that it was infinite
That eternity would be our resting place
That the mirror would reflect ourselves
Back at each other we claw and yell

An unfamiliar hell that hurts the yearning
Heart of glass blown way to large
The walls thinner than they should be
Cooled and heated shattering into shards

I won't fight for you to stay
In arms of semi-permeation
I won't ask you to stay
In my arms another day

If you need to leave do so
That you will no longer hurt

Once upon a midnight quandary
My thoughts enveloped closely
By the owner of my heartache
And the dawn of the new daybreak

Many tears are shed at the coming
Of the one she is becoming
I recommend the Falcon stop
And sit by the wayside on the road up

Roses are what I would give you
Slowly over time I'll bring you
Due to fall apart in your arms
To protect you from harm

Killing time and ourselves willing
The other shilling views of grandeur
Pleasure green of grasses past your
Crinkled nose and beet red cheeks

As we fall quickly to the ground


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One or five it matters naught
For in the end I am distraught
The tide runs red we mourn the dead
I just hope my spirit caught

In the arms of those that worry
I fear not and do not hurry
Pluto gains another mistress
And I dein to meet his shores

Have me or have the others
A sputtering diatribe that escapes my coffers
Offer me a sweetness kisses
Mine them from the deepest quarry

Dally not to meet me
My words shall beseech the
At his ashen shores
I fall

The glass and sand lay about my feet
Barefoot I stomp the ground and let the shards pierce my porcelain skin
Rubies drop from my soul and cast each step with
Pain from my heart, an unrelenting ease of
Dissonance that should feel uncomfortable
My ears somehow used to it don't bat an eye

Growing is usually an upward trajectory
The thoughts that batter your brain make
me, I(')ll be unable to say what you need
To understand is an understated form of
Smithing and polishing the mirror that I
Stare at, the wall that crumbles at our touch
Defies emotion and structure, I want to view
Myself differently again and again until
Time falls through

Their voice our land my people
Stolen from them and given too
Many people **** our ancestry
My connection never leaving
Yet unobserved by the people on it
Modernity the new and structure for us
Their struggles ignored, my struggles ignored
Our trauma not shared or invalidated by the other
How can our divide be spanned
When my people won't engage with the other
Our people antagonise the other not listening
Fingers in ears and tongues stuck out
Waving in the wind our flags, our identity
My people must forgive, our land is shared
From the smoke of burnt pages can we be washed anew?
Wawa biik

I would hold you as high as possible
Catching you once wings melted
Rolling down after you as time counts down
The Eagles dine upon my flesh and
Pluck out my eyes for giving you your
Psyche, alone without her seraphim
Unable to hold him close
Wanting to spin a web to catch him
Yet never to wed