There is rain
But it's coming from my eyes
It's a downpour

When you endeavour to grow
You'll need to learn how to garden
Because there will be some weeds
nestled in those "empty spaces"

I trust you

I trust you

But what good is that to me?

I watch you

I watch you

Trying my hardest not to breathe

In such a such time you mean so much

Now I've lost the way,what was it I wanted to say.

Philosophers bend words more than lawyers do

The wishing well is too far deep
That I think my wish got stuck
And now vines grow around it
Choking out the will of my dreams

I dreamt of a dream
Where I was happy in happiness
Where I was sad in sorrow
And anger in rage


I dreamt of a dream
Where I was paradise to heaven
Where I was lucid to water
And flames to fire

I dreamt of a dream
Where I was a dreamer of illusions
Where I was the harmony of peace

Its blank
Its wet
Its a little morbid
And a lot alone
Its weak
Its frail
Its blind
Its a little torn
Its halfway dead
Its my heart

Like a knife to my ribs..
its tearing...its tearing fast
That's what knowing you could be hurt is doing

When you heart is bleeding know when to stop
When the tears are spilling over know when to stop
When it feels like the whole world is sitting upon your chest and you cannot be bothered to even try know when to stop

Because if you don't
Your heart will explode
Your eyes will go blind
The world will tear your chest
And you will realize you will see all the beautiful stars above you,you will hear the wistful birds and feel the velvet soft grass.
But it will be too late

Nothing is definite
Not the blood in our veins
Not the air in our lungs
Not even the love in our hearts

All are subject to change
Either because we have shut our eyes
Or we are six feet beneath the flower stained earth
Or perhaps the world has shown us it is not worth loving

A drink?
Or an attack?
Make up your mind!

If love isn't tended to
If it isn't even remembered for the longest of times
Yet it still finds a way to survive
Then it is all you will ever need

Words refuse to die
So do not give the wrong words life
Because words my flutter away
But they always make their way back home

She was made of pixie dust
And sang the tune of neverland

Oh how sweet was she?
To entice me with her wings

They sparkled under the moons light
And I was but a red headed boy that fell for her magic

A sea of golden words
Laced with silver waves
Crashing unto bronze shores

I have tasted wine before
I would be lying if I said none tasted as good as your lips
Alot tasted better
However you know I am but a cynical fool
One that sees the darkness long before it thinks to approach
And yet you still hold my hand, in the hopes I will declare to you something poetic, something none have declared to you before
But I fear I am too ***** for such a deed
The pure part of me that could produce such romanticism has long be poisoned
And has since died
So I would be selfish if I asksd you to wait
I will not
For even my evil only goes so far

They all ask me if I want to die
How can a dead plant die again?,unless its torched in that case set my body alight.Watch it burn and fade as the smoke melds with the tortured clouds.As my remenants become bad omens to the once blue skies.
Listen to the sizzle of burning skin,as the tears you are forcing come out in inadequate drops.
But no,I am not dead.Not physically but oh how I corrode inside,waiting for the day when all can smell the decay.
I wait for arms to evelop me,if not yours then his or hers.Greedy eyes,I wait for them to drink me but how I am left to wait is a sin on its own.
I wait however,still waiting as my arm burns itself with its own sorrow,I wait and it seems like forever until maybe the moon will be full enough for me to see my reflection and call upon the other lost souls of the world.

Ready yourself
Steady yourself
And go

You will either do one of two things with your life
Please people
Or help people

I found myself missing your touch
Your lips on the autumn days that have come back
I missed your smile. The smile only I could project
I miss the wavering of your hand as you touched the maps of our bodies to discover new places
I never knew it would come to an end, that those crevices you discovered would lay neglected for half an eternity
But they did
Until now

If the noose was around my neck and not his
If the blade was in my hands and hers
If the pills where down my throat and not theirs
My face would still not be on the news
My name would still not be sung
My memory would be wiped off like last Octobers dust

My lips are too dry,to accompany the truth
My eyes are to tired so the lies take root
My heart is too lazy to realize its pain
My brain is too distorted to see its insane
My feet are too weak to even move
My ears are too fragile to hear the grove
My body is...
shutting down
to welcome the **ground

My heart is broken beyond repair
I dont want anyone to come near
I still am afriad I still have fear
becausr you were what I held dear

And don't apologise darling
For taking your time to choose
For wanting to know what *** feels like
But wanting to know what making love feels like more

What is the point when even cold breezes avoid you?,passing your stale body to nibble at the curves behind you.When hunger fills your belly and death fills your eyes.
On summer days you still shiver because the ice within you is so cold

Till I father you,
Just let those nights abuse you
Just let those winds cut you

Till I father you,
Just let those wounds hang up to dry
Just break your heart and silently die

Till I father you,
Just let those men abuse you
Just let those women belittle you

Till I father you,
Just know when I break your wings it is for your own good
Just know when my screams tear at your flesh it is for your own good

Till I fatther you,
Just know I am never here to listen
Just know you were forced upon me

She turned into a baby with a bottle in her hand
Her small hands clasping the glass,then reaching for the bottle,the bottle almost bigger than her mouth
The guilt filling her tiny stomach and killing the taste she wanted to use to forget.
But what should a baby barely able to walk need to forget?
Memories of selfishness and blood stained nights
She rarely cries now but when tears trickle down they are because she is still not used to the sharp pain that punches her chest as she downs it all
A baby with a bottle
A baby with a bottle that she can't recognise the words on the label
Yet she drinks on
More determined than an adult
As the dark mists of depression swivels around her fragile head

As those arms wrap around my waist
and I see.nebulars and galaxies
I feel complete
and nothing can compare to the astronomically ruckus of.joy erupting from my belly
I feel like universies are born from my fingertips
and possibiliteis are born from my lips
I feel like I AM life
all that is..

Ten hundred skins, have been mounted upon my flesh

If a woman is nothing
Then so is the sky
Becuasw ow can a body that contains the moon, sun and so many stars be constantly told it will never be big enough
And yet still have people gaze up ait it's wonder
My darling,
You are the sky
Through and through
You are limitless
You are boundless
And you are free
And for those who constantly say you are nothing
Well my dear they never carried the sun or the moon
So they will never understand how breathtaking your very existence is

My cell door seems tighter than before
The weak hinges mocking me with their glittering faces and beautiful posture.

Even the ceiling that was once dull and brown seems so pristine and glowing or is my misery lying to my eyes?

The blankets I have slept on for a dozen years are cold and wet and yet I don't know what bothers me more,the stench that stings my eyes or the fact you are not here to make it seem like rose beds.

The warden could not walk before,his legs broken or was that his heart?he looked at me with grief most days and cried others..now that you are gone it feels as though he laughs while his dim eyes look at me,his smiles as if mocking my loneliness.

Finally the little bird that used to sit on the tree..far off with bright blue feathers yet with an ugly beak came to me,its eyes glowing with mischief a song on its tongue, telling me it knew you were gone and I had to start counting down the days when my legs would give,my soul would rip and my love would fade.so I took it in my hands quietly caressing rhise feathers and snapped its neck. For no creature could understand how lost beingg without you made me

Everything is talking
You're either talking to yourself
Or you're talking to the world
If you love
You talk
If you hate
You talk
A good experience
You talk
A bad experience
You talk.
All, everything of this universe this dimension and most likely the next is based on communication, one way or another and talking does not always mean words, it can be actions, signs, designs. We talk, through our art, eyes, lies, fears, desires, fantasies and , ore. And I'm beginning to understand how fundamental it is for us to keep talking, even though it would be extremely yard for us to stop in the first place

Sometimes you are like a teenager writing a book for the first time

You stare at me for hours not knowing what to say

You type,re-type,back-space and re-type again

Sometimes you leave me for months,forgetting you ever started writing

Then when you look through your archive and see me patiently waiting for you to click on me

You hit delete

I told you i didnt like being vulnerable
and you said no one does
and perhaps that is true
because no one likes exposing their wounds to someone
without knowing if they would pour salt in or not
and instead wash the wounds and bandage them

However much you washed my wounds tho
My head still tells me you WANT to pour salt in them and when i think like that...

I end up wishing i never met you

Wind soaked air
Blood soaked red
Mouth soaked words
Sound soaked ears
Months soaked dead
Tears soaked eyes
Nose soaked smells
months soaked years
Life soaked experiences

Popping veins like champagne bottles

They tell you to dive in
Head first
But you do not want your chest torn open for love
You want it to fill your heart gently

I have never known a chest could feel this heavy
Did stones embed themselves within last night?
Was I in too deep of slumber to realise I was sinking to the deepest of seas?
I had not noticed that my toes were slowly weathering away until all I had left were my knees
I had not bothered or even dared to pay close enough attention to the fact my arms too were slowly disappearing
Parts of me blowing across the wind to a place I will never know
But this wind need not have come in if you had not opened the door

A silent night, disturbed by your feverish search for something unknown.
You reached for me, holding the silver marker in your hand and drew me close.

You began to draw upon my ebony skin, the ever darkness a wonderful contrast to the silver at hand.

You flicked your wrists here and there till you art was complete, creating a sea of stars on ever inch of my chocolate being, I was the universe. In that single moment I was everything that was needed to even exist and that was when you whispered " I cannot breathe without you."

Beauty is shy sometimes
It is not commanding nor demanding
No
It hides in the corner of the room

That dust beaten ground welcomes your body
The vines of yesterdays sins wind round your legs
And you wait
You wait patiently for the tender ground to open its graceful mouth and take you uponits ttongue and swallow you into the venue of darkness
You dig your toes into sand and lay awake  star searching,yet you find not a single map to Venus
So as the wind howls,you sing along
Hoping that the mermaids far and wide can be kind enough to write you a Requiem to sing over your worthless grave

It is difficult to find yourself
When the whole world tells you that you are lost
And  simultaneously shouts out directions to confuse you
I am very confused
Are you?

I close my eyes still,hoping you will be behind them
I reach out my hand wishing a drop of your love would fall unto my awaiting palm
I purse my lips praying that tender moments would embrace them again
I wrinkle my nose begging that those smells of lucid dreams and purple roses would fill it once more
I twitch my ears thinking that perhaps they had deceived at last and that truly all this time you were behind me

Love makes us do crazy things
Like living when the world is nothing but chaos

If my skin was white
Would I be safer?
Would my voice be louder?
And would my accomplishments be greater?
Would I matter?

Would I be allowed to live or is there no happiness?
Truthfully, I would not prefer the latter

I could go on for days of my woes
And the places I have found shelter
My music, my art, my poetry and how possibly they could be better

But they are my solace
They dont hush me and say *Shhh let's talk about your blackness later"

When life gets u down just remember you are almost at the finish line,so never stop running

My brain was right.Those things shall never be

I radiated heat
Like the sun
But it wasn't until your arms touched me
That my blood began to run cold

Being bound to love

Is bound to fall

But being bound to fall

Is bound to trust

And being bound to trust

Means even if that person doesn't catch you when you fall

You were happy to have died from the love

You know you need to change
When you look at every passerby with lust between your eyes
When you crave the skin of a stranger that only ever said "Hello"