I remember her
--Pale skin
wearing a blanket
-Of leaves.

As the umbrella
That stabbed
Our souls-slowly
Closes--

Lingers on your heart.

And we both know
Hanging heavy
-Valentines doesn't
Pull you back.

-From

Cold-water graves,
Sailing into dreams.

But if we were to tell them no, it would be as if yes had already won.

Upon Seizing what we think the floor could be, our feet curl up inside discovering that there is no floor in which feet may ground themselves to. Black-holes and roses can be similar things.

I kissed ancestor
Stones beneath
Her bones,

And trees burn
The blood she
Had-- with

Beauty-

We were both invisible
Butterflies spreading
Skin.

In winks and windows
Through whimpers
Wind--blowing
Thin.

Your angles; bizarre but beautiful.
I cut the skin, to craft them,
Not understanding why--

My hands telling horrors
Broke--

I-am-invisible
Witterings
Passing time
With--
Analogue insects.

***** chalices challenge
Me here, in metamorphosis
Bred from bread-makers
Lungs a smell
So cosy to a wolf bleeding
Natures wood.

Lost--
Pieces of me
I let dewindle and stay.
This invisble war
Was love-
Fall
       -ing

Into lon-li-ness.

I've been circle sawing
Idle thoughts
--Prozac tents,
Disregarding her while
Crawling caterpillars are my skin,
I begin to drift algrid monotones.

With lead volcanoes
Weighing majestic suffering

To broken keys and hanging fingers.

As I walk
On tip-toeing curbs
All their faces are blank.
They are us-- but our feet are
Mangled, bleeding serenity.
To those with hands too large for lifting.

Asking lillies that sway without-moving--
Airless lungs and neurons- to reflect
Fantasia wallpaper flowers for moonlit clouds
Cutting goosebumps with migraine plaits--
Inbetween aging turn signals into tinsel shapes.

Behind my eyes- I see us graying with feathers
I explain why the raven-- is wearing his skin,
But the beginning doesn't understand you
Waiting
In ambrosia fledglings making magnolia petals
On-a-drift-of-your hair a-windy-melody processes
Ocean life; death.

We adapt-shaking my rainbow shelter with patient feelings-
Of nowadays; the ice is cruel not absent tears loving--
Briefly on leaves, in music; with spores and lavender hands
Because our time is breathing upon each others lips.

'Excuse me'

She whispered so subtly,
That he forgot to notice.

As her heart bled free
From his hands.

I am sorry to walk with broken toes and moss ear hearing but I must digress into the crumbling for my eyes are hiding.

Cotton aromas,
Become a cloister
That shifts into
Lavender conundrums--
And the field you see
'Winces'
As it caters-to-corpses
All lumpy; fractured
With reds so dry
From hues of 'once been' and ' Never hads'

I'd been beyond an abyss; darker
Than demons piled up
'Peeping'
Senseless death.
As the chronosphere
Parades.
I see treacle as bones
And razors for
Bandages.

I grew tasteless here
Where cutting couldn't
Help-
Dandelion daisy chain odours
Leave my veins-
And somehow they'd stolen moments

--Moments I never even knew I'd lost.

A melody so
Beau-ti-ful-ly broken
It's- ghostly
To ears-
And the
Bone frore; psoriasis skin
Screaming vociferous
With claret shot
Token festered eyes
Could speak

Glacial strokes to
An empty
Mere,
Growing epicormic buds
For fresh-er-than-threshing
Squabbles.

Shadows speak
And evanesce,
When the blood
I made shivering
Seeps warmth; to tears.
I call for Help--

                        Guidance-

                                             Aid

It echoes and
I forget--
Why I came here.
While the big-ness of things and feelings
Are gone again.

My phantom hand
Reaps coldness
And sows the seed
With a nightmare's wish.

As blisters grow on
These lips I find
Insomniac groans-
For everyone.

I'm alone--

Always.

Quick-slivering gardens attune to faultering apples.

The wirs; whistle
Prestigace melancholy
To their voices,

Merely whispers now.
An aftermath of discord
This epoch of anarchy
I never share these
Demons with them

But your baffling now
Waiting--
Your mind is muddled
Melding the wrong words to connections
I never made.

The disarray, in time
Becomes albany.

I've been watching my fingers melt. It's not insanity, I merely ran out of  candle wax.

The word for dying
Seeps in-and-out of exsistence
But these poems can never be long
Enough to express.

Feelings.

This pavement is mine
Made of sharpened glass
But I forgot my shoes today.

Pause-

Moments long-passed, my feet are broken now although your reading on. I weep help;quietly as my hands begin to bleed thoughts with you,

Strangers--

You're blank pages seeking commerce and familiarity with someone else in anonymity. We're just passing fiction in sadness missing all the

Important

Things.
Because I let fear win.

It's her soul
That's broken
We mist it.

Failing to save her.
He fell frustrated,
Trying to strangle callouses
On his hands.

Until moonflowers shone
The brightest black.

There's a sadness kissing
Me goodnight

And I led myself here
By following the footprints
Of trees.

We're trouble
You--and-I
She spoke loudly, As the plants watched her cry.

It was leather bound-borderless
-Transcriptions, I told you secretly.

As ataxia spread to bones,
Belonging-
To reflections of invisible limbs.

Goosebumps spoke blasphemy
And nobody knows,
Why--

So we paused; inadvertently denying
Each other's breath-
In this dogma of dreams

Bred tectonic tidal locks
In all imaginings.

Dinosaur skin
Wielding--
Soft aches
For butterfly
Chantries

And helium breathes
The nerves I break

But only for a

'Single'

Second
                                            (It was lonely here)

As I became nullified numb
I realised, each lung was lined
With sorrow-

And I'd been waiting for the-

Death it brings.

I'm running--

Running out of sadness that I absorb from songs.

I'm stainless steel
Rusting--
With silent melodies

Ever-waking to nobody-
-Immortally fractured.

Bones kissing
Flesh weave sunlight
Into steamless streams,
Of noone and nothing.

Your hands freeze
The distance of us-
To my chest

--And I-refuse to open
Spring's flowers
For fear of missing you-



Glass whispers escape...

'Hello' I said while bleeding without reason all over the sky. Waiting for response to only hear melodies of the mind and they say 'it's' insane.

That time you spend looking for your musical aura before you write what needs to crawl out.

I've been existing,
Co-existing
And non-existing.

Theres a smell of blood I get when eating pieces of myself.
Savouring them for later.
Unable to begin or end I cannot stay or leave as always-

Intended because my skin crawls abnormally.
Though anti-gravity possesed each piece in essence
Theres a sickness in that I do agree.

But benevolence is seldomn here
Anymore, and sanity is long bereaved
I am merely stone holding onto fragments of thinner things.

Breathing phosphate, I apologise for the wings
That were sewn together out of spite.
I've cracked legs to be here.
Listening to those sounds that connect my emotions to my understanding became relief becomes...
More angry than you know, like a whisper in the snow
I drift--

It's the thinking that hurts,
The cavity of x and y
Which drapes proclivity
In the way
My words work,
Almost Bro-
                  ken.

Slightly when spoken
From dorsum,
I welcome you
To the Stitches
Of other halves-

The part I dampen
More than antediluvian revoke
And- Anamnesis wrinkles,
Spitting essentia spirit
Until all I am is-
Eighty-six

Piece by piece-
My arms burdened me
Too heavy to lift,
But they move slightly
And just enough-
To cut 'ambilevous'
Ties-

Piece-by-piece,
It regrows.
And I'm besieging inside-
'Pretending'
Because it's the pretense that counts,

I tell my feet
While covered in mud
So I wouldn't see them--

I couldn't feel them,

Piece by piece
They erode and I question-
Help?

I've been simplifying extradiction
To those of comatose bamboozling
Contradiction...

Its a whimper
Inside my ears
Trickling rivers of blood.

As softness carelessly
Cold begins asking
Demons--
From pandemonia

For mistakes-
We-the-broken
Played with
Ribcages as children.

We were as bread.

We pull on powdered teeth, expecting grain to keep growing, yet watching as only dust falls quietly in place.

Caring is hard.
When your soul
Is Numb.

I'm diabolically lonely
And in love
With melancholy

As she leaves me
Like a cancer on my lips
My wisdom depreciates--

And I miss the depressions
She left me in the snow.
When we talk, she tries to whisper
Sweet Sundays of pill-popping
To hangman Tuesdays.

But I am too afraid to leave my house.
It's stagnant here.
With the sadness I should marry.

Kissing me one last time before I get to leave.

Hello I laughed
Euphorically
To the people around me.

They stare blankly
But I speak too fast; faster
Than this occasion calls.

At least pigeons eat
My understanding
And my poetry is speaking nonsense
Now.

So I talk to dolphins
But their speech impediments
Were to beautiful–
To hear.
Goodbye I tried to say

While my jugular bled all over the floor.

It took time
For me--
As I ate glass,
In pitch black
'Breathing'

I fear for the colour yellow.

And the time it took
To spit out the
Pain; bleeding
Wrinkles.

Expect nails so
Long you'd know me.
I speak in whispers
Singing homeless cords.

I only wish I was awake this time