I crave the danger
The danger craves me back
Hoists me up, but doesn't provide much slack
It snips and it snarls
And startles an audience expecting it
It bit and it bit
Chewed right through the skin
Burrowed on in
And slept there for days on end..

Handgrenade Necklace
Fried brains for breakfast
Thank the universe
For making me reckless
To quote it he said
"This is a tangent
I can no longer manage"
Ripped the words
Straight from some shambles
I let mr. Psychobabble go and
Ramble til he's blue in the face
And logic is ripped from
His sensorys.
This is me
It seems I bleed
I'm a freak
I'm a poorly programmed robot
Shove me in little boxes
And watch me
Squirm

Tailor made
Shared sickly stain
Let it stay
Let it marinate
Let.... It bubble up,
Then over
In to my dimwitted face
Where my lips hang
Ear to ear
And your breath still reaks of beer
But I don't mind it
I hold onto your memory because its
The only thing I have
-bowedbranches -camryn Jones
12-12-11

Cold sweat
Soaking a little vest
Feel it caress
Each blemish
& bake up under the skin
Just...                     listen.....
I think that's the sound of my
Heart shiverin'
Though I can't really call it
One of the many....yes i seem to always   fall into this lawless state

Pitiful
Oh The great lull
Of insults
Cloaked head to toe with the **** your scared to face most
I scream into the ether
Either way just know
I hate hope
And holy moments
Lit up for showbizz
Do you copy-right?
I like how
The credits keep rolling
Whatever the weather
Or how separate we seem
Listen. I. believe. it. all
Starting with subtle stings of the sensory
So sensitive the skin it is
conscious of itself
Slowly you'll notice, what you were taught is false
The epitome of love is accepting
dreaded loss.. to convey what's sacred listen to a mouth that doesn't talk
I sprout chills like saplings now
Rapid wavelengths happening
will u accept this message
I'm meant to stumble
Then ultimately fall
it's a bit fictional
how
Real it all
looks
From the inside
It's like my soul shook
And took images
Of fish
In glass boxes
To project on the
Backs of my eyelids
To remind me how my insides
Can also breathe life
I can synch with those of different species
To unveil the secrets we need
To emit empathy

The unforgivable heat
Caused mania, was said to have made them
Turn in on each other
"The weak are meat and the strong do eat." The boss sighed
His walk was slow and refined


..low scoff turned high smirk
Mug's so mean, Men shiver in their spurs, they've learned
To tread lightly when time to speak
He is nasty, crude, and violent

Beyond focus
those sweet open moments
I'm breakin' open lotuses
To taste the holy ghost within
Never been good at anythin'
I reckon....but sin
Now to introduce
a fugative so elusive
I've only seen em move through fugue states
With an additude like Satan
A hangman waits to create
A rude awakening
For the late... Murderer made most wanted, "Well if I'm to die lemme ask real honest... why they ain't thought of grabbin' up my fellow robbers"?
The executioner stood mute over the killer then glared into
Them baby blues with such scrutinty
And replied "Who are you to
refuse your true humanness,
Or deny how intricate this system, which you are so
Infinitely rooted in.

Here's my brain buzzing with bees
Hurry hush the need to want and want and want no matter the number
Or painful the colors
That accent your energy
Throw a fit to entertain
Those who are bleak
They fall asleep
satisfied members of the audience
And all the words that were meant to come out bold and interesting
Most times were to cure the mess within
Sweet peasant, your much more than passer-by stuck begging
My heart yearns for your pain
Also, your wisdom
Just look at the many spirits lifted
From the simple smile
That coats your existence
Sweet, Peasant
I regret to mention
The climb will be more tediuos
Than you could envision..