My poetry and I poisoned and misunderstood each other again last night.
Uncertainty has always been the love chemistry that my poetry and I would get lost in together.
Not this time.
Tonight I'll be getting lost in your silence, without love...
Our silence.

My poetry and I polluted and betrayed each other again last night.
Dangerous romance has always been the oxygen that's kept my poetry and I alive.
Not this time.
Tonight I'll be suffocating in the truth.
Better to be suffocated by truth than murdered by our silence.

last night, my poetry and I looked deep into each others eyes.
I became angry and without warning my poetry began to cry in purple.
Please stop.

*Gene

Like a fist full of steel it needs no introduction.
swaying violently...  
swaying brutal.
a pit of madness awaits its adversary.

It bleeds in colour.
  Psychedelic colour, forthwith a hazy trance.
Producing a rapture of spiral descent, into a blackness unknown
and then...  
it bleeds in black.

Its a blood drunk that drinks spirits of the human kind through a straw.
A fear monger provokes phantasmagoria.
It holds no mercy, no sympathy, no alliance
only self discovery.

Face your fear monger
live your dream.

*Gene

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

i wake from a nightmare,
a nightmare where i was alone.
i was cold,
frozen to the bone,
and in a lightless place.

...

i feel my love behind me,
not quite touching,
but there all the same.
my heart flutters in happiness,
still recovering from the scare i got.

...

i can sense them like a detached limb,
i always know where they are.
they haven’t moved in a while,
they must be in a deep slumber.

...

i realize its freezing,
roll over and snuggle closer to my love,
a comforting smell,
a warm body.
there’s nothing.

...

i reach my fingers out further,
timid.
still nothing.
only more coldness.

...

i stretch my limbs out to resemble a star fish.
touching all corners of my bed.
my heart wavers,
i remember.

...

they were never there.
i never had them beside me,
never had been in love.
it wasn’t a nightmare,
it was real.  

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