Mine sensory,
Is not as all the others......

I canst feeleth
Seeith
Heareth
Toucheth
Understandeth
Smelleth,
All the thing's that art invisible to the materialistic mammals!

As tis
If they didst haveth all mine senses
They wouldst runneth from fear.......

When will it be safe inside your head?
I hear gunshots from your side while the silent screams echo from your lips when you speak
There lies a battlefield among your thoughts,
the war between who you are and who you want to be
Is it safe inside your head?
I crave to revisit the beautiful landscape that once was,
a peaceful serene across your eyes
wiped away into oblivion along with the oceans arising in your tear ducts
overflowing the trenches that lay scattered with your memories of
better days

this isnt art im just drunk

across my path i met a gypsy
who wants eveything to be beautiful and everyone to be
he weaves a blessed magical spell
with the places he's been and the tales he can tell
he pours his colourful soul into passionate pictures
wears bright shirts with flowers and big coats with furs
he respects my boundaries, accepts me
understands my craziness
encourages me to be
he creates a new world out of bliss
he says he's walked miles barefoot and in other people's shoes
he wants to slap on a dress and I a beard
and we'll get on stage to sing the blues
on my battered me, a mark his soul will sear
then he looks at me with his blue eyes and smiles his sad smile
and I realise I'll never know his demons or the depth of his fears
but I hope he stays a little while
he helps me face me and leaves his peace here

munching on blueberry poptarts
watching buzzfeed videos
putting off writing
about you and
your book
which
i made it through ten pages
before i started to cry
and i felt your pain
all around me
like a suffocating blanket
and i felt like i did when
i overdosed
last year
well
kind of like that
my teeth were chattering
they still are
my heart was beating
really **** fast
and i was sweating and shaking
the birds under my skin were trying to
fly south
for warmer climates
i cried for you
for debra
for rayni
for all the people that are gone
way too soon
without a goodbye
and the footprints that your family
have left on my heart
are a mile deep in
every direction
i have cracks pointing in all the
cardinal directions
but none of them can find her
and bring her home
and i am truly sorry
and yes i know that you should never
start a sentence with and
but that is the word that my brain
my addled mind
so often gets stuck on
and and and
i am sorry
ty my aunt’s doggy
he came and kept me company
swinging back and forth
out in the hammock
cursing the bright morning
sun that assaulted me eyes
drying my tears on my cheeks
like little salty crystals
ty would come over every few minutes
in the hour or so that it took me to
finish your book
and he would nudge up against me for pets
i got dirt from his coat on some of the pages
now there are parts of both of us
intermingled with your intense pain
reading your book made me want to
put on pants
and get my life in order
but the hammock and the breeze
so cool and cold after so many days of heat
kept me rooted
lounging
smothered in a pain that is not my own
your book made me want to pray
go the whole nine yards and get down
on my knees
but all i do
when i pray
is yell at the sky
and swear loudly for all the injustices
in this ****** world
there are bruises and scratches
self inflicted in my sleep
littered about my arms
but i don’t count this as self harm
because there was no cruel intent
behind it
and after reading your book
i know that you know what it feels like
to take it out on yourself
and that scares me
because i’ve always thought of you
as a pillar of strength
but i guess that growing up
is watching your heroes turn human
but i know what it feels like
to take out the pain and hurt and blame
on your self
it’s what i did for four **** years
but it is not your fault
it is not your fault
and i know that i’m just a dumb kid
but i know
in my heart of hearts
that it is not your fault
it is not your fault

I walked today in the place of the dead
we all mortal will oneday rest our head
No tear rolls down my cheek
I feel not much at all so I wiggle my feet
uncomforatble still, I stare at the grass
where all the living and dying at some point pass
Youve made your peace five years prior miss
you really dont need to be going through this
letting go is the harder part
Im ok and walk away with peace in my heart