I close my eyes and waterfalls crash upon my shoulders,
Building the pressures of those burning buildings,
The screams within from the unlucky souls,
Fiddling twisted tales into acerbic tunes of their fates,
Gluing my hand to the rudder of that crashing ship,
The sun burns in blame, branding my body ablaze with the words,
The red stain of blood upon my bleached skin, until I burn with them,
My mind catches alight, singing mournful songs of fallen grace,
Eyes pierce my flesh like guilty knives, twisting wounds that are yet to be made,
I can only lie there while the jury makes their call,
Hands out, arms straight, shoulders curved, nails shoved clean through,
I lie for crucifixion willingly, holding my naked body to the accusing stares,
Let them tear my to shreds, my love, for only then will I be baptised,
Ants make nests in the tunnels of my ears, digging deep into the toxic soil of my mind,
I fear for their lives as they try to crawl out from the darkness,
I fear for the blackness pooling in my gut like subtle mercury, moonlight translated to the waist,
Burst, it calls out, burst until your flesh eats itself and all is left is dust and footsteps,
Let the leeching breath that curses you out, and the new day in,
Let them in, my love, let them in so that you may leave.

I close my eyes and sunsets blaze behind me, forever in a cycle of night and day,
The night captures the falling sun as it falls, leaking out black grappling hooks to pull it in,
I close my eyes as the explosion rings bells in my ears, disrupting the ant colonies,
I walk away, letting things drift out of my own skin until I am sleeping, body marked by the blame,'
Howls paint the hillside grey with indecision, howls of grief, howls of pain,
We all howl for the moon to rise and day to let us rest,
We all wait for tomorrow to take us into its arms, father holding us again like a babe,
Rockfalls roll down the cliff, negligent and searching with wide eyes for a place to land,
Some blame the rocks for falling and landing where they weren't fated to,
Others blame the footsteps from the girl above, who caused the rocks to fall.

Her heart played like a lyric,
A single note and tone,
Thumping against her chest in torturous musicality,
Twisting around syllables and meanings,
Cooing to injured birds and children like mothers,
Thrumming in time with the strings.

It was brittle and smooth,
Still and moving,
Felt hot and heavy in her hands,
Brought tears to her eyes,
That burnt down her cheeks hotly,
...And made her feel once again.

Love,
What an ominous and infinite word,
Her heart played like a lyric,
And that lyric was from a love song,
Curled in angelic symphony,
And always waiting for the other chord to hit,
Like destiny.

She danced to her own soothing sound,
Humming madly to nothingness as if she were born to,
And held on to sound,
As if she were back in her mother's womb,
Happy then like she was there,
To hear the same inherited soothing note.

Her heart was a thief,
Pulled words from her soul without precedence or apology,
Trailed subtle blissful fingertips down her sculpted and aching jaw,
As she sung for hours,
To please her hungry heart,
Which she loved with heartfelt narcissism...

But never could quench the thirst for more.

She felt whispered embraces,
Pooled hotly around her ear and she shivered,
Lips quivering into a shaky smile,
Eyes wet and watered from pent up sadness,
And bitter love tasting like sweet dark chocolate.

Soothing hands held her tight,
Pulled her up against a firm chest,
And she let herself fall to pieces,
Revealing her soft tender and red raw flesh underneath,
She was not brittle and strong on the inside,
But broken and deviously fake.

Sunlight, she begged, was warmer than the moon,
Which somehow didn't make sense,
It did not explain how she so warm when she ran in the starlight,
Skin tingled with icy winds,
Jumper pulled flat and taught around her body,
Eyes dry and itchy from the biting breeze.

Love trickled like gentle lapping waves against her chest,
Coiling her stomach in a vipers nest,
And she blushed a deep scarlet at those compliments,
Burning brightly like a sun that had not yet been quenched,
Hugging arms tight in reminiscence of gentle hugs,
Trailing fingers down her neck in soothing remembrance.

She wasn't alone always, she could now say, not always.

Fleeting,
Its all so fleeting,
Whizzing past on slim fitting wings,
Buzzing away as quick as a bee,
Shooting off like a rocket,
And you cannot truly see it until it is gone,
Just in memories or nightmares,
Of things you love,
But didn't love enough,
And can only hold onto the hope that it will return.
Happiness,
Moves on so fast,
At the whim of a comment or stare,
At the flick of a thought of the tip of a tongue,
So heavenly and cruel,
Too fast and invisible,
And you barely know it is gone until you miss it,
And are crying.
Love,
Moves along such as anything else,
Let it be a day,
A year,
A decade,
A lifetime,
It ends just as anything does,
At the cruel smile of another,
Or tears of apology and forgiveness,
Love is immeasurable,
But so longed for,
For to be loved is to be wanted like nothing before,
To be addicted,
Obsessed,
But allowed to do such.
Time,
Passes just as oceans and rocks do,
Burned back or blown away with the sands of time,
Wearing away at us all,
Rusting buildings and lives,
Creating and destroying in an eternal cycle,
And eventually time will pass to,
Heart beats will all stop,
The breaths will end soundlessly,
The wind will no longer blow,

And there will be nothing.

Silence pounded thick and humid upon his skin,
His pores leaked heavy sweat as he panted with the consuming dread,
It screeched docile and corrosive lyrics in his head,
The level and taunting thump of those phantom memories,
Sweeping gentle and iced fingers across his burning throat.

Black, his eyes closed and he was plummeted into the dark,
It surrounded him on all sides, shouting melodies upon his closed lips,
Sweaty hands grabbed at his shirt and tried to pull him under,
The crocodile in the corner of the pond leapt out at him like a frog,
All green scales and hungry eyes, beckoning him to the water.

Denial burned his eyes black until he was blind and crying like a newborn,
Hoarse and broken sobs left his mouth like cries for help,
He tore at his hair as truths and twisted fates begged him closer to the edge,
Childish fingers and stubbed nails scratching at his ankles, leaving goosebumps like warning notes,
Bumbling officers of protection fled the crime scene of his shattered psyche.

It was porcelain, fake, too thin and too fragile,
His crystal city was crashing down with the force of an earthquake,
Lives cracked in two like that broken heart chocolate wreath that hung on his door three months early,
Blue tinted lips let out a breathy sigh of defeat as his eyes bled closed,
He gazed upon the rising sun like it was his enemy.

Lies.

I am an eclair,
With brittle thin chocolate on the outside,
A hard layer of lies that takes little to penetrate,
Followed by fluffy cake beneath,
Soft to mould and ruin with words and teeth,
Following is my inner cream,
My turmoil of delicious darkness,
Liquid courage sliding through my fingertips,
Always out of my grip,
And the soft taste of defeat on my tongue,
As I hit that creamy centre,
Biting away at myself,
Until there is nothing left but breadcrumbs,
And sticky fingers.

I wash it down with passionfruit juice,
Because the tang offsets the misery.

It is a four wheeled vehicle,
With sharp edges and soft seats,
Turning perpetually until the gas runs low,
The lights dim,
And the ceiling droops in despair.

Hands trace steamed windows,
Drawing stick figures and love hearts in the snow swept smoke,
Dotting 'i's in elegant script,
Tracing 'I love you' with insincere infatuation,
Puffing breath against the window...

So the hand-print of the one you love remains.

Cherry Blossoms bloom,
Fleeting and beautiful, gliding gently from the branches,
Pink curls softly drifting to the ground,
Velvet and salmon as they fall, clean and soft,
Only to land in muddied puddles.

They dance in the subtle moonlight,
Chins and smiles twirling with their hands,
Eyes sparkling with rain and tears,
Lips wetted from midnight kisses,
Fingers warm from interlaced palms and digits.

Summer mist pools around springtime hope,
Pulling large trees from the ground for them to walk under,
Cooing birds into life, spilling water down streams and into softly traced lips,
Shimmering under the surface,
A clearing of all that had been taken that Winter.

They part ways on a harsh Autumn's evening,
Leaves shedding like skin from the canopy,
Rain pounding with a bullet's finesse,
Puddles murky and grey from cigarette smoke,

Eyes dark and solemn.

“Goodbye my love”