Is this a new love?
Or just wishful dreams
Latching onto friends?
That skip in my heart
Is just part of my pulse
But if it beats faster when she'd around
Does that mean...?

No, not again, I won't let another
Friendship descend into brokenness
By my selfish desires.
But that's never enough,
Maybe it would work out this time,
And caring could grow,
No, I musn't.

I'm too young to understand
I'm too old to turn back
It's too early to give up
Too late to stay on track
Too strong to ask for help
But too fragile to survive
I'm too alive to not feel pain
But too dead to feel inside
I'm too trapped to believe
And too free to escape
I'm too safe to make a change
Too lost to find my way
I'm too close to let it go
I'm too far to see the light
I'm too calm to have the drive
And too angry to say it right
I'm too busy to take it on
And too idle to take a break
I'm too broken to be loved
But too loved to lie awake

Jumbling up body parts,
To find a new solution
To a bonkers problem
That never existed until
It hopped into my mind
And scattered away all logic,
Replaced by a childish dream,
A pointless exercise,
A useless creation,
But still such pride
In the randomness of my mind,
And such freedom to be found
In the limbs and eccentricities
Of a ridiculous beast
With no reality
But made real by me.

Shimmered clouds drip from green needles,
Hanging between the air,
Twisting to follow their jade guide,
And frozen in fine mist,
Clinging to each silver line,
Held in place,
Reinforced into shining wheels,
Soft as air, strong as steel,
Shaken by shallow breath,
A firm grip made fragile.

Blood on a tissue on a stone wall
Ripped to shreds before it starts to fall
Red stains
Reminder of pain
Leaves its trail on the crumbling archway.

Scratching words on ageing bricks
Hoping memories might stick
To the concrete
Hidden street
Where I meet my last decay.

For what will I be remembered
For the perfect life I dismembered?
Disgust
Turning to rust
Now I must submit my soul.

The devils watching with hunger in his eyes
That I can't breathe is no surprise.

I fade away,
Erosion, erases every trace of me,
The Latin says,
I will remain in the Earth.
My final day,
Decomposition, disgraces every grain of me,
If I would stray,
Then you will take my back to gaze at my inscription.

Run away,
Little fly,
Your wings can't help you now.

Run away,
Little spider,
Eight legs won't let you out.

Run away,
Little bird,
Your feathers aren't that strong.

Run away,
Little cat,
Your legs are not that long.

Run away,
Little beast,
You're not smart enough.

Run away,
Little girl,
His hands are far too rough.

Run away,
Little man,
You think you'll get away?

Run away,
Little king,
Your crown won't keep you safe.

Run away,
Little town,
I'll burn your hopes for free.

Run away,
Little monster,
Your teeth and fire don't scare me.

Run away,
Little god,
Your "wars" are little brawls.

Run away,
My children,
I pull the strings of you all.

Opinions formed on popular belief,
Uninformed campaigns,
Self-destructive protests,
An anger born from hatred that won't fade,
Right intentions fall prey to tricksters,
Success assumed too soon,
Life boiled down to laws that need to change,
But people are set in firmer stone,
And even when their petty arguments and outrage
Is chipped away, they cling on to their rock,
Judgement, greed, distorted views,
Cling like limpets to a ship's hull,
And shallow words barely nudge at their shells,
Our minds are set too soon,
Stubbornness fills us like concrete,
Holding back generations.

The tiles are a sky of blur,
Blending into fantasised colours.
My limbs are mere complications,
Ignored as my mind closes.
The pain in my head is fading,
Replaced with a numb sickness.
I am drowning in black air,
My muscles disobeying command.
I can't feel anything,
My nerves are protecting themselves.
My stomach is ripped to shreds,
And twisting in on itself.
Breaths are irrelevant,
I must remain...I must remain.

Close my eyes and that sea breeze
Becomes the gentle wash of air
Filtering through leaves
And I am sat in the shade
Of the tree I remember sheltering me
But I know that trunk no longer stands
Its branches are bent and dead
And half its leaves are down the river
But it does not matter
Now, I am there, and it stands

Waiting once more
The sun just awake
And bouncing off electric wires
Coated in night's rain

The time is drawing nearer
In this town so far from home
Never been before but leaving soon
I am completed to roam

So run away I must
As the whistling hiss nears
I abandon the foreign town
For the sake of future years

A tune in my head
A tapping of fingers
And feet grows stronger

Made up words
That made you cry
And laugh all at once

A love song
For a muse yet to come
And yet to care for me

A new anthem
For strangers to hear
And sing along themselves

Connections
Need rough edges
And a broken surface

So show my dark side
And know yours isn't so bad
And you're not the only one

Should I try to fly?
Is escape really worth it?
What am I fleeing if not myself?
If, then, I was free,
Would that make a difference?
Or would I carry my pain with me?

If I flew would rain still weigh me down?
Would the clouds obscure my view?
Would lightning strike my fragile wings?
Or, perhaps,
Would I breach the bounds of clouds?
And soar in constant light?

On what have I based my fear?
Some assumption of the dark of the human heart?
Are the forces I flee chasing me?
Or are they too,
Already within me, a fabrication as an excuse,
To cling onto the idea I am broken.

It is a comforting moment, when someone speaks with the voice in your head.
When another human being has complete, pure empathy,
To the point that they could be speaking from your notes.
To hear another not only agree but inhabit your view of life,
When anyone else would be afraid to take that place,
To know that these words are yours too -
How could any connection compare to that?
In that gilded moment when your voice is borrowed,
And used to perform miracles.