A wisp of grass 'neath gentle sun. A chance to dance, to leap and run. A gust of wind, now warm and wet, that hints at hot - though not quite yet. The birds they chirp, and bells are rung, the time is nigh - this spring has sprung
I shed my skin in hopes of one day waking with memories of fatal interactions intact reacting to outside forces rather than feeling feelings I need to analyze the rhymes I'm providing and find myself once more open the door to the inside of my mind and find who i am behind all the walls I've built pretty for other people to see it ain't me ain't us ain't the me we need to be right now or ever again maybe begin to question all the sins we've been living in these decades running together like watercolor on a rainy day make the pain go away find our way to the end I pray
the feel of a scribble a sentence a sense of misdirection of lips on skin affection back off my baseline i'm running scared from something i can't see lips on lips on ***** on me lose myself in the back of my skull let the words come from somewhere fumbling bumbling like bees nowhere to be seen break my spine bending backwards for people with no intention of staying cry so violently the earth rumbles and shakes around me lose my temper like a volcano lose friends like it's my profession confess my sins to gods who were never listening praise my own name I am light I am power I am blood made from iron and flesh born from a ****** womb write my way to a padded room baby sized coffins for shoes why fear mortality when all i want is to sleep forever let my love rain down like shooting stars burn it down until the pain stops regrow like a pine barren death every night rebirth every morning disorienting dualistic cycles of existence endless circles down the drain so just ******* kiss me
train of thought poem from sometime around the new year