Collapsed in thrash
A post dusk dance
Where fickle whispers
Dare not doth ask
Digress, thumbing some
Of their finest cask
I'll ask myself
Dare not whispers doth ask

"What the **** are you doing?"

Laid with three
Just this week
Father's Cancer
Shan't I speak
Best friend's a child
So dull, so Bleek

Why do I seek to swerve
Where others swerve to seek

"Your life's a proper mess."

A diligent instrument
Succumbed to drink and spit
His nightly dance,
Thumb in cask
No longer feels so intimate
An idiot reflecting idiots

"I thought attractive people,..."

You finally made it
You Wretch

Love.

Love, is an ocean.
Echoes in, forever, motion

Love, is a breath
Too deep, to chest

You asked me what Love was, once,...
& I, knew naught thereof


Well,
Are you a puddle,
or an ocean?

When those that you love
throw rocks,
do they fall
to silt or sand?

Can you,
under storm,
feel the calm,
as it falls deep

Because if you embodied Love
arms out, stretched
shore to shore

& you took the sun,
as you took the storms

Knowing everything
thrown at you,
it'd all fall
to the floor

where darkness
takes hand
to make it all
just, no more

For when you find,
your silt & sand
you'll rest easy,
with the done
& what can

& the second,
you see him,
It'll feel like
you've never felt love before,..

Because you're okay,
knowing pain,
is soon sand

"See you soon."
He says
Two set of knuckles
Leading me blind

I bellow it out
alike  
a forge,
out temple..

Pftffffffffffffffffffff

Coy,
Sunlight fades
as I begin
to steep
in the shade

Blackness,
like mist,
nearly pixelating
my daze

I'm blind,
I'm falling,
I've died,
Still,
same place

A tickle
of color
splashed trickle
in space

Playing
in front of
my eyes with
no face

This sprite
is electric
This Nymph holds
my gaze

To and fro
this vividity
does go
spinning and
swirling
Oh, what
a show

And then it
creates such
colossals
of glow

The colors
so vibrant,
with some I
don't know
This bright
neon orchestra
might be,..

Symphony.

Diamonds.

With eyes,
so alien,
akin flys,
I see

A figure,
no face,
pirouettes,
my treat

A sapphire balet,

next, a green man
whose stare
seldom left me
but (he) did sit, and
not stand

Entrapment
ensues, as I
couldn't choose
in-between, said,
sat man,
or falling
for blues

Passion?
You want to see Passion?

Passion is the lust I feel
watching a dew's refraction
on a petal so vibrant,
and so placed,
that it could not be placidity I feel,
But Excitement.

Passion is when you tell me
to *******,
and pull your hair
I slow down
because
I Mean It

Passion is that flooding spark,
the moment a match
becomes gas,
when I feel
invincibly
collapsed into
An Epiphany

You don't know passion.
Because if you did
You'd know it's not just a glory
I entice,
but equally
A Gore

Passion is having your heart broken,
and looking to the floor
a devastation
Wailing as you feed
your intestines back
inside of yourself
Craving forgiveness
and receiving
Futility

Passion is hearing a song
that rips you to a moment
so far away
and so irrelevant
you feel breathless,
a coward,
and that one moment
that once kept you lit
becomes something
You Can't Control

Passion,...

Passion is a curse,
a bias,
a crutch

As equal,
a gift

Ought once,..
Nine times,
wasting nine lives
in the process of falling
through satin space
to feel a wimb
of womb in you,
you said.
I erred, quite more than thrice,
to vice,
one being my vice round you.
Now, pulled apart,
I lay, plastic gripping sea foam,
rocking in waiting for this vice I have on you
to end so galely.
Alcohol depraved,
sweating nights,
are the only lethal comparison I feel I have
having to,
just,
let,
go,
of you.
I know I can be
a tide,
a quake,
a storm,
a snake,
but that doesn't mean that I don't cherish you. Love you...
(I) Dream of a future,
one where we could nurture
more dreams that would ensue.
I know you're not perfect,
and everytime I ****** up,
you gave me arms I craved,
and gave me the clarity you knew I deserved because you showed me
that we were worth it...
You don't deserve someone's best,
by getting their worst.
Their worst
should be monuments above the worst
of the worse,
and what's worse
is I get that know now..
not then,
and only now
do I wish
now, then,
and then, now.

A bit of glass in his hand...,
Helped those brittle bones keep walkin' out.

A lake at the bottom of all that he was,
They said "You'll soon forget it all."
"..You'll just grow out of it."

Living in darkness,
The deep end could never be
Close enough                  
                   Close enough.

He could stomach the running,
But the rye took his money
Away from him

He doesn't care if he's hungry.
The past fills him up like
Champagne.

So he asked,

"What good is water, if it's not on fire?"

"It helps so much."
                           "...so much..."
                                     "...so much."

Dancing in puddles,
Every shallow wave breaking him.
Here come the whispers;
Run River, Run.


"Just,..."
"...Just one more glass and then..."

I want to sip your sultry sundry,
seething at the very sight of you,
knowing our skin could never be close enough.

I want to embrace the wave that is you,
holding you over me as if a sheet,
knowing I could never be warmer.

I want to whisper words that echo timelessly throughout your whimsical world and tell you everything's going to be okay.
Lay you down and hear the sound of soft and effervescent love.
Will you stand juxtaposed at my supposed opposing opinion?
I need your love.
I need your life.
Without it time is pointless.
Careless.
Endless.

Insanity soothes me,
Smooths me over,
Keels and kills
The pain of normality.
This breath I breathe,
Comes with it a seething grain of salt,
A grain I'd rather see crumble,
in the stumbling bumbling idiosyncrasy,
you call a ******* culture,
Choke.

Let me be your
p  o  i  s  o  n

Forever
To
Perish
Lies
The
Audience
Of
Love.