I remember being dizzy
As I followed the spiral staircase of life.

I lost my feelings somewhere inbetween the railings
Someplace near the bottom?
Or maybe on the steps?

I used to articulate my sadness
But silently fell numb; empty.
Perpetually avoiding all matter.

I lay here for days wishing I could sleep.
Counting the passage of time, but not really.
I sleep while watching my eyesight fade.

Sometimes I'll ponder the beauty of making red petals.
With knives I'd like to buy.
I dream about the luxury of sharing them with my bathroom.

To show I existed once

But for now I merely exist.

'Excuse me'

She whispered so subtly,
That he forgot to notice.

As her heart bled free
From his hands.

There's more singular saplings
Reading violet dandies
Instead of make believe
-Manuscripts

Where voids
Live in non-existence.

-Mountains creep slowly,
Towards the sun
While trees trample-
Moons with footprints.

And I--I feel stuck-
Suckling quicksand
From beneath my bones.

-Waiting for midnight
To catch away,

The rain.

It's seven-
-Syllables too quiet
And I twitch--

From teachers on my hand
Open-- close-
Open-- close

Canyons of flesh
Etch pain for remembrance
To the familiarity,

Of skin that dances
To sun-kissed residues.

Sleeping Shroudily
With meadow-blossom
Tethered by the wind.

But frabjous day  
Is counted, in minutes and
seconds.

Made of earthquakes
Catching clouds.

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

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.

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 licking sandpaper,
-Again scraping away
The disease.
I let you carry,

There were only icicle covered
Cannibals; bearing hearts of lead.

My anchor to it is gone--

I think-
I think.

-I killed it for fear,
And now I'm sugarcoating-
Poisons, giving cysts.

To lesser parts of me.
Help me--

I would ask the husk of my heart.

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.

My teeth keep-
          Falling out
                 When I speak

And they choke
On insomniac dreams
As I swallow them--

Finger nails-
Belittled by dearth
Took ephemeral essences

With tears they
Destroyed the meanings-
Of love,

To revel solely
Alone in a void
Crafting broken pieces.

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--

L: Hello B.
B: Hey--

L: I breathe dragon parts and leprechaun skin.

B: You're broken flames blinking gold-dust away with the sun.

L: We were dancing ancient tongues
for icy dreams and lead-lined seams.

B: Fireworks stole away our seals as we cried at frayed stitches, bleaching eyes.

L: I knew the clouds you kept, but I'm singing rosey buttons and westward hedges.

B: I'll see you--in the soft winds- murmuring to bushes and stifling sound-light.

L: Cataracts bind us for more will come.

Work with me-- as I cut to your bone, and carve initials with my tongue 'Please' I would say and dance with one limb blood piercing down my lips...

When we sit at staionary station
Watching
Our essence drift by
Sometimes you'll find the strength
To reach out
At the trails left behind.

But sometimes you won't.

And as you impound
These thoughts, it's already too
Late.

You wait, wondering where; people
Have gone,
You open your eyes, realising they were never closed.
And you tumble slightly onto the tracks.

As the memoirs of your evening come back,
You awaken screaming internally at all the empty faces.

You squint briefly
To the inconveince of blinking.

But you are no longer there.

Maybe I should
Carve slices
Of skin

To--

Consolidate her
With the pieces-
Because my blood
Is all I have.

As-

I gave my bones to
An acacia tree
It grows thorns
Out of eye sockets,

And it's shadow
Cast's sorrow where
We used to speak.

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.

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.

Caring is hard.
When your soul
Is Numb.

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...

Wearing dolor made
Of song, they lift
Discoloured wings

Raindrops begin to
Levitate--upward-
As blackness tramples
In oozing water--

I breathe amongst-insanity
Brandishing the bones of
Butterflies-with-sickly
Pixie magic.

Aileron grow-
Flattened-again-by
-starting points.

White-silvery things
Blink with beadiness
When I throw-
Midnight inside
Body parts,

Still shying from-
Those--
Wayward thoughts.

I can't feel my nails crushing beneath a mountain of weightlessness- but I can hear them, as these muscles reinstate tooth-ache agony with every blink.

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.

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

Excuse me--

Said a zebra wearing
Shadows-
And hooves cackling sin.

You misunderstood
Biometric dystopian
Canyons flashing

Swiftly beneath stripes
Crying for negative's-sake

'I have no smoke-thistling
Essence--'

Poisoning cerebellum creams.