Lucid thoughts of loveliness.
Red rose blemished skin.
Palpitating hearts which ******
From cages deep within.
Melodic is the essence
Of your moans of satisfaction;
Butterflies of sighs that fly
Too fast for me to catch them.
I am yours and you are mine,
Lips entangled, hips entwined.

High on the vapours
From setting alight
The joys of our youth
In their dying delight.
We danced in the embers
Until they were dimming
Then bloomed from the darkness
A brand new beginning.

Beautiful isn't,
Nor will ever be,
A strong enough word
For abnormality.
Together we're woven
Throughout space and time,
Bobbing and waving
To our own design.

Then we found signals
Exclusive to us,
We rode on the wavelengths
We mistook for lust.
Though not too long later
The tides had all surged
And from mystic depths
Our new love had emerged.

High on the vapours
But no flame in sight,
Just you and I burning
The essence of night.
Each movement we make
Casting sparks from our eyes
Which sprinkle the darkness
With stars in the skies.

I’d hate for one to drink to me,
It’s just a waste of alcohol.
I’d rather one be forced to drink
To quell the pain I’ve caused their soul.

But should a glass be raised to me,
With piercing glares around the room,
I’d smile and wave most gratefully
And pray that death should grace me soon.

Though God I know to be a cheat,
He never let’s me have my way.
He taunts me with anxiety
On every single ******* day.

So raise a glass, or maybe don’t.
I fear that life is just a game.
The extroverts may have their ways
But come the time, we’ll die the same.

They say you please women with flattery.
The truth did however quite shatter me.
For words have their power,
When trying to 'wow' her,
But less so than double A batteries.

The thickened air of honey tone
And sun-specked effervescence
Gushes from the veins of dawn
And floods us in fluorescence.
The sleeping purples bleed to pinks
Then oranges to blue,
Yet nothing of this morning sun
Can glisten quite like you.

The daylight burns to charcoal night
As gentle winds start dancing,
Sweeping dusts of daylights ash
Through galaxies expanding.
The dust it drifts past Jupiter
And past Europa too,
Although this all means nothing when
My universe is you.

Seasons come and seasons go
But winter never leaves.
Turned to ice, this summer sun
That shone now merely grieves.
Our own Earth to Triton turned
With geysers shooting blue,
But nothings ever quite as cold
As life is without you.

A dragonfly just happened by
With wings that split the air in two.
And while those wings were rainbow slick,
Its tail contrasts with midnight blue.
A jealousy took over me
While watching with a childish grin.
If only I could learn to fly,
Then life, for me, could soon begin.

Find us down the rabbit hole,
Where life, no more, can interfere.
Where out is in and frowns are grins
And sadness soundly disappears.
Find us down the rabbit hole,
The only place our minds are cleared.
Where left is right and fear; delight,
And sense is overrun by weird.

When you're hooked on skin,
No drug holds its power.
All the seeds of sin within
At once begin to flower.

Desperation spreads.
Self control is fleeting.
Every ***** thought is led
Through fantasies repeating.

Soon the pressure peaks.
Strength begins to taper.
Every gush of passion leaks
And soils the tissue paper.

We were destined to fail.
From the start we were done.
We were Russian Roulette
With six shells in the gun.
That's one shot for me
And for you there's one more,
And should we survive
There's a spare extra four.

Whisky, I neglected you
For mushrooms and amphetamines.
For ket and **** and LSD,
And Mandy too, to name a few.

Needn’t I have looked so far
To be the greatest of cliches.
The drugs and raves led me astray.
For writers, scotch is more on par.

Half your bottle drank away,
Half full in my state of mind.
Every sip; sublime and kind,
Every **** a harshened spray.

Now I’m stuck, a drunken haze
Has washed and swept the ways of rhyme.
In its tide is also time,
As by the sun, the night decays.

Whisky, polished, final sip.
Like the bottle, I am dry.
So, I tried, to write not high.
This poem *****. I’m off to trip.

I can see Cecily's ****** bars.
Sammy can see them as well.
After he speaks
I keep catching him peek.
She knows that he sees, I can tell.

Bailey has smoked too much **** again.
He's dribbling over my shoes.
He acted all jokey
And tried out smoke me.
It went without saying he'd lose.

Tom's on the floor by the table.
We don't know if he's alive,
Hugging Joe's feet,
Who is slumped on the seat.
I don't think they're due to survive.

Chris had a couple of pills.
Ethan a tab or a few.
Toria's tweaking,
Max is just peaking,
Matt's throwing up in the loo.

I'm on the sofa while writing,
Louie beside me in tears.
We may have our issues
With drugs and their misuse,
But **** it, it gives me ideas.

The sun never shines, the moon never sleeps,
Beneath the sky's blanket the earth is still.
Irises blossom and irises weep
And narcissi thrive in the uncertain chill.
Radiant colours have painted the fields,
Green of the gammas and epsilon black.
Change is a force only nature can wield,
Grief is a certainty nature brings back.
The sun never shines, the sky's never rich.
Cursed with a greyness of which it won't shed.
Monchromatic and bleak and eldritch,
Stitched to horizons with lavender thread.
Spring, in my youth, was a beautiful sight,
Desolate land would be painted anew.
Now that I've aged I can see through its sleight,
Engulfed by despair as the grass is by dew.