You’re awesome like
Strawberry chupa chups and
The taste of **** in my mouth.
You’re fully sick like a hot ride
And long nights spent smiling
*******
Laughing
Touching
Feeling
The fun we have is healing
And makes tomorrow feel like it’s
Miles away.
Have I told you lately that you’re
A *****?

No more
In love
No more fallen
Rather falling
We are brushed finger tips
Waving goodbye
Choked,
Air stuck
Tight lipped
I feel sick
And tired
Raw flesh
And cut deep
Straight through
To already
Brittle and broken
Bone.
Alone
And tripping
Over the
Falling sky.
Red eyes
Disguise
Roll the dice
Snake eyes
And the next roll
Is in your hands.

So i drew a pile of words onto the page
and in a rage i covered them in black lines and criss crosses until a
small sad scribbly sailing ship appeared upon my page;
mooring, sinking, drinking in the brine
and choking on weeds that drift
aimlessly atop a deep engulfing sea.
Dying boat submerging to be free
Lonesome boat singing a fading melody,
Water cleans.
Moonlight streams.
Seafolk dream
and the ocean breathes in a calm that swells
into a seething, heaving storm within a sea of scribbled words
lines blurred
bone dry
sun starched
my mouth is parched
and words form salted pearls upon my lip.

It’s funny
Sitting here
Thinking back
To the times
She refers to
As
Then.

How I used to be,
The person I was
Before it was all
Unwritten.

Small threads
Picked and worn,
Undone.

She’s not the only one
Who remembers the small me
That always
Smiled for the camera.
Climbing trees,
Not afraid to fall.
She speaks
as if it were yesterday.

One eye in the past
One eye on the future
I am cross eyed
Short sight obscures
My view.

Recollect
And memories
Requiem dreams.
That which goes unseen
Time passes
And still I close my eyes
And remember
As if it were a life time ago.

Sitting, scribing
One eye out my window
One eye on the screen
Sounds, unseen
I can hear a quiet world
Disrupted.

I hear a murmur
restless,
Susurrus
A stream of
Shrieks and whispers

It’s night out there,
False light in here
My open window
A beacon bright
Against the pitch black
Sky.

Together,
The night and I,
We cry and laugh
Away our fears
Like wild wolves
Baying at the
warm heart
of the moon.

Stygian I know these tunnelswell,been here since the beginning.Shadows dancing;beckoning withsharp biting rocks for fingers.Diamonds embedded that pierce like nails.Slow reckoningshrouded by shallow lightbouncing off scratched and bleedingwalls.This path that never endswith its dark and ever darkening hallows.No words to break the quiet.No riot to break down the walls.No squall to set the sailsand coughing, sighing, dyinglights to lead the way.

Self censored
I bite my own tongue
Till it bleeds
And small seeds
Of doubt and worry
Scurry
From my throat
Down down down
To my stomach.
Can’t breathe for the
Stifling
Can’t speak for the thoughts
Rifling through my heart
Tearing apart the layersI have sewn.
Ripping at seams
And spilling through the gaps
Fears planted
Enchanted
All I can do is gag.