Twisted contortions of reality
Mainly made of me
Freaky geeky. Unreal
Madness prevails inside
Outside puffy eyes

Days later feeling pretty
Singing ditties and dancing until blackness comes again
Waking to a 50/50 chance of reality and skeletons

Need it. Must must
Incredible ******
Experiment and manic
Sleep disturbed, laying on my front
Exhausted now but satisfied for a while
Then do it, do it, do it
Mania awake
Need. Want. Desire
Now nothing
All or nothing
Just nothing........

Fred Fred
Pooped the bed
Told his mother he'd lain an egg
When his mother went to look
She put her finger in the ****!

In this world we come in naked
Social stigma tells you how to be
Just be in your skin
Others can look away if feeling of offence commence
Be beautiful, male or female
Be human. Feel human
Skin to skin
Feel
Realise
Touch
Think

Standing on a rusted
sidewalk plate, contemplating.
Let me bleed
like a slaughtered sunflower.

Let me walk away
from this wilted bar stool.
Death waits for the weary,
Knock kneed.
I trample through rotten hops.

Scotch on the rocks,
aged like the
half-lit bar sign
with three Xs
and a poisoned skull.

Chasing fear, exhausted.
Legless horsepower, monstrous.
Grinding my fingers on Grainbelts
before the crack of fall.
Stained oak pillars,
star mangled manors

Let me bleed.

i am the poem and the poetess,
with irregular rhyme patterns and
dreams in clouds brewed from midnight coffee.

i am a prose neatly typed out,
handed in ten minutes after the deadline
stained with morning black tea.

Is only as big,
as your brains capacity,
and your empathy

Somewhere there is a piece of paper flying over an ocean,
over mountains no one can measure or name,
over houses that haven't felt a heartbeat
in years.

It's a paper with your initials and mine,
a message to me from you.

And while it travels over magic and forgotten adventures,
I sit in anticipation for those strokes of ink
on paper, and the warmth of your fingers
with skylines in my sight.