My mind doesn't make sense.
It changes
Doubles
Destroys
Designs.
It cascades in on itself
Creating rubble,
Only to rebuild something
Twisted,
Unsettling,
Squirming,
Swelling,
Bursting.

My mind is a place that
I tend to fear.
It's a trap,
A net
Tangling me in
It's sick web
Of spun tales.

To it,
I'm a slave.
No escape
Nothing left
But shadows
And lost artifacts
Best left in the dark.

There was an old man
Who sat on a park bench for years
And nobody noticed
And the seasons changed
Like they often had

And still he sat

Unspoken  for

Nobody even knew he was there
Which is the same as not being there

But not to him
he knew he was there

Nobody

Stopped to ask him
If he had a wife that died
Or if he had caught the game last night

People just kept on
Passing

And the seasons

Kept on changing

And one day
He just simply wasn’t there

And nobody noticed or cared

It wasn’t even sad
Because
It was spring

You are the waves crashing into the shore,
And I am the pebbles you hit.
Crash into me,
I wanna be drowning in the sea.
Fill my lungs,
Pull me under twelve feet deep.
Sway with me,
You are my sweet pea.
You're just like the ocean,
Difficult to ignore.
But if i had a choice,
I'd still drown, for sure.

I'm not afraid
Of the monsters in the dark
I know what they want
And I know how to feel

Oh no,

I'm far more afraid
Of the ones in the sunlight
With their flowers
And chocolate
And secret, sheathed claws

Because I don't understand them
Or what they want
Or how I should think

Remember that
When you ask
Why I'm so
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delicate dew drops
clung to the blades of grass
in the school's playground

eve's elongated shadows
darkened the atmosphere
for the company of hikers
trekking Milton Ridge