The words bubbled up
from my throat
like a stream
that could not stop
flowing
"i adore you"
with a silence
stretching for miles
he looked back at me
and i was ready to run
like a rabbit in the road
wavering between the
bright headlights
of the oncoming traffic
or the dark that was so close

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"as i adore you"
it was like the sun rose
at that moment
and he was it, he was both
the brightness and the comforting
darkness and i could drown
happily
in it all.

I saw the devil once,
His eyes changed colour
Greens and blues and golds,
He also had a warm smile
And a loud laugh,
And he told me
He loved me.

The moon at midnight
Upon a silent sea
Casting Her glow, iridescent
The waves break in hushed tones
Upon sandy shores, glittering,
In the dark of night
Receding water leaves behind
Pale bodies, sleek and stunning
White and whiskered
Drinking in Her magnificence
They shed their skins
Walking arm in arm upon this earth
Creatures of both land and sea
Naked and gleaming bodies, thrive
Beneath the stars, unseen, unheard
Quiet and graceful as the lull of the ocean
Dancing, singing, siren voices
Until the first light of dawn breaks, then
Back into their silken selves
The tide rolls in, and out again
Taking with it
The moon's sweet daughters.

I am constantly yearning
for something to pour myself into
to completely encompass me,
to be blissfully lost in
be it art, poetry, people
nothing fills the space
I am always left unsatisfied
it is always within my grasp;
the feeling of rightness
that this, is what I was born to do.
And yet always so unattainable,
I am searching for something
to destroy myself in
and I am still searching,
still searching

Concept: inside my ribcage there is a tree growing. I am blossoming and every drop of blood is nourishment to my inner oak. She keeps me steady and she doesn't bloom all year round but when she does, its beautiful. Im healing, I'm healing.

Everything is so sweetly awful
I am sad for the dead and I am sad
For the living
It is so dark now with the sadness of people
We are the sickest of the breed;
Here you see this sky
This bridge
Empty spaces where people should be
Each mans hell is in a different place,
A circus of cheap and petty emotions
Threatening suicide in Deaths waiting room
Its not a nice world, we are all doomed!
But please have some cheer
There was never meant to be any clarity
The gods play no favourites
And the price of creation
Is never too high