I can't sleep
My heart is wide awake
I can't breathe without your pheromones filling my lungs  
They're like earth and mud and the good kind of sweat all mixed up in one
But I can't quite catch your smell anymore
My heart is left without it's oxygen supply
So I'll stay up and feel my heart slowly suffocate

The never ending fall, long drop from the top makes me feel 3 feet small. It will be okay it's for the best, fake smile try to do your best. But what if my best isn't good enough, what if my best doesn't even add up. Failure is a hard pill to swallow, iron taste double shot of self hate. it's your choice to self hate get down on yourself and wallow, or pick yourself up, dust yourself off Self love will follow.

I know a Riddle
It is short, and simple
But is also hard to solve
I've sailed in the sea of thoughts for nights
I've wandered to the land of minds so far
Still, I didn't get the answer
So I am now here
Seeking help to find the answer

I know a Riddle
This thing has no strings attached,
but has feelings within

I know a Riddle
What is it called when you are more than friends
but less than a couple?

I wish to cancel my subscription please
this simply isn't working for me.
Pill regiments and appointments
I stand firm yet am frightened.
Cancerous lesions wreak havoc.
Completely unexpected.
An endless myriad of questions,
Vague answers in poker face expressions.
Once healthy cells are disfigured.
Now thick walls with spiked exterior
Latching to its next cellular host to fall.
Aftermath exponential...
Sharp, shooting pain and exhaustion,
Observe my internal destruction.
I wish to cancel my subscription please
This simply doesn't work for me

No need for a bow and arrow,
There's no colours in these winds,
Her clothes don't fit in here
And there's nothing joyful she can sing.
No lakes to cross
Just ******* to toss,
Barely anything is green.
Because around the streets of London
No one like Pocahontas is seen.

She's looking for her John Smith,
Someone kind, strong, bright.
But considering everyone she's passed on the street
There's just no body in her sight.

Walking up the stairs
out of my new apartment,
I think
I am an early riser,
so I walk
out of the door,
and see the soft pink glow
of the sun
before it rises,
and turn at the road,
strolling up to High Street,
where I cross the road
and walk back
to my apartment,
without having
a cigarette,
even though
I was prepared.

i was asked a couple of weeks,
ago if i looked out for the lorries,
would i describe.

no, not any more.

yet, the bridge is small and narrow,
seems room for two to pass.

looked up, saw everyone watching
the big blue lorry stuck. still.

time passed, onlookers lost interest,
while gradually the lorry moved.

left the bridge. a coach came next.

a narrow bridge. there is another
in machynlleth.

sbm.