I've been thinking
about
the art of speaking
auditory rhythms
and the like
in my very personal
opinion
these audio utterances
so often used
by the population
have become
somewhat
like pollution
fogging gracelessly
over the small drops
of wisdom
uttered
in near silence
if you actually listen
you'll probably hear them
somewhere
under the blurtations
of the unconsidered
thoughtless thoughts
they're there.
If you listen
the art of quiet
uncovers many surprises

She sits with her thoughts
They're pretty **** loud
Keeping her company
Underneath the cloud and haze
Of talk, laughs, and often fake
Smiles
She lives in her escapism
It's a bright and colourful world
Flowers and lights and alleyways
And a little sadness
Secretly
She hopes one day
That someone might stumble in
You can't always escape on your own

I am your imaginary friend
I sit patiently
And listen
The comfort of my translucent shoulders
Harbours tired tears
And lost hope
I understand
And offer silent words
The need for heartfelt intention
Falls to me
Invisibility is my disguise
Yet I am here
To love, to hold, to listen
For those who need me most
I see you at your darkest
You see through me that
Which is hard to come by
I see you at your worst
Do you ever see me too?
I am your imaginary friend.

Temper tantrum
Coiling woes
This is how
The whirlwind goes

Chip your tooth
On candy sour
Try to fix
On every hour

Dangling daisies
Out of Reach
Time to think
It's stifled speech.

How, if at all
do you repair a broken mirror
if you can't stand to see
the reflection?
Picking up the fragments
leaves splinters and cuts
and of course,
you've run out of bandaids
whats easier,
gritting your teeth
and shoving it all together
or
running into a bare wall.
Is either really better than the other?

Pushed and pulled
like waves
you take my hand
and draw
streams and flows
emotions
through my fingertips

Two,
bodies together
playing with intensity
the pliability
of feeling
through muscle
vein
skin to skin

Hold and make with me
a world
of who we are
what we do,
the lust of movement is
something
to see

This is your life
Watch it float by
Does it make you feel nauseous
Or are you satisfied

Time is still ticking
It always seems to fly
You’ll never know, what way you’ll go
Or the reasons why

Times are getting colder baby
This fragile world could just explode
Is it time now, to think maybe
We could find another road?

I told you it was getting hazy
Please don’t let yourself be blind
These days, hope just seems so crazy
But I’m not leaving you behind

Sooner or later everything breaks
Whether your heart
my will
her spell
Change, it will
as everything does
it must
Despite our delusion
pushing and pulling, grasping
layers,
Slowly dissolving
let it go
feet will be found
stumbling will stop
it'll only hurt
for a second

I declare
a state,
not of independence
but of inconsolable
happiness
fist clenching
foot tapping
happiness
look at it closely
these moments are
for now
priceless, precious
and breakable
drink it while you can
this
is what life is for

I dream of stars
they fly above my head
searching
for that world where
you and I are parallel
no divisions
just accepting that this
is what we are

Eye to eye we share
wordless thoughts
I know you
you know me
no discovery
just being it all
atoms
and electricity

I’m coming up for air
This chaos burns
Like fire breathing waves
Of sweet discontent
The door is open, don’t shut it or
We’ll fall from grace

A heart that hurts
Is a heart that works
Lyrics always whisper
Sweet nothings
To ease the time
Clouds cooling
Smoldering embers

Music is the voice
For those who’s tongues
Are tied
How we see one another
Saying yes we’re still here
Our show must go on
Unanimous or not
One step after another

Dearly beloved
we gather here to say
our goodbyes
to those we, unknowingly
treasured
and will greatly miss

Over a few long years
our sister communication
lost her battle with
technology
she will always be remembered
for her smiles
and intelligent conversation

Another of our fellows
sadly lost to electricity
is her brother
of written letters
fondly called snail mail
he will be thought of
often

And lastly
we say goodbye
to our dear friend
simplicity
she gave something
to all our lives that
the absence of will surely
be hard to adjust too

farewell beloved characters
you will be missed
greatly
by the human race
maybe
one day we can resurrect you

Looking up at the sky I can see the ghosts of all the things that have fallen on my head
Unceremoniously, bang.
It hurts a little
A lot
They leave marks.
But I'll wear pretty hats.
Distraction

I have to collect them all
together, in a big pile
proof that I survived the crazy dance around the house
day to day
it's exasperating
pinning them up on the wall
they fall off and I trip

You wouldn't care for it much
Nor would I
It's a big fat bore
I'll fall into a pile of leaves instead
watch them flutter
twirl around and become my new world
Autumnal

I'll drag them behind, if that's what I'm meant to do
no intention to really
I'll huff and be tired
but if there's double knots and super glue
well
a sigh for the weary
and onward

It's the pull of those around me
that magnetic wonder
of personalities, and life
that starts my engine
the key in an ignition
I don't know how to use
it just goes
I'll learn one day

I want you to hold my heart in your hand
Let me feel what it's like
Look me in the eye until the flames burst
Tensions pull
Like springs we'll crash together
Tangled in a dream
That may or may not come true

Crazy and Deranged
And just a little strange

I’m happy as can be
But I wonder if you see

The scars on every part
Of the branches of my heart

Battered and a little broken
Every word, I’ve heard it spoken

Life endured, I’ll wander through
And as always I’ll stand by you

The sun
she singed me today
zapped me with her solar rays
I forget sometimes
that in this universe we're just ants
things so much bigger
are spinning us round
in their wake we exist
their fate becomes our future
big big things
we're so unbelievably small
smaller than our vast minds
can comprehend
to call the space around us
a 'world'
I think shrinks it
in a way
Why restrict wonder to a word?

Grab me
Pull me
Take me
Have me

Resist me
Conquer me
Hold me
Hate me

Touch me
Dip me
Write me
Toss me

See me
Steal me
Light me
Love me

Reality
being what you make of it,
can be
an impending life sentence
tremble in your boots
little humans
you
are not in control
Or
if you try
very very hard
this reality monster
can be
shrunk
a small toy
to be kept in a pocket
to be taken out
from time
to time
as a simple reminder
that we're not actually invincible
just strong
it's what you make of it

As we all fall
We’ll learn to crawl
Ascend the wall
And save us all

Years, years of one day
One day it’ll all get better

Years, years of one day
One day it’ll come together

Years, years of one day
One day we’ll escape this weather

Years, years of one day
I’ll feel hope now and forever

Trickling down the stairs you looked at me and said,
"I thought you'd left, the door was open."
"I left it for you,"
The words fell out of my mouth like stones,
They meant that much
"I wondered if you'd follow."