I have come to the edge
Where I can see below me the world
And it is here I realize that the world hasn't changed but I have
My eyes are open now
And I can see that everyone
Is a self absorbed *******
With little empathy for others
And only living life to get high on something
Be it drugs or doing something good
Everyone does something to feel good inside
So they don't drown in their self absorbed sorrows

It was the slightest gossamer touch
And it brought me to my knees
I awoke in a panic
Only to see you were gone
But this time not a dream
In your wake you left hazy day dreams
Full of laughter and honey suckle
Darling, there was starlight dancing
As candles flickered and lilac and mint swayed in the lazy breeze
There was fruit ripe for the harvest and you reaped it
Sweet nectars dripped down your palm as you caught it with your tongue
And offered it to me
Oh how ripe, how sweet
Now be stilled in my soul
The tender wildflowers that were yours
Now I would never forget
Though the sands of time may ravage my heart
Wild flowers will still flourish in my temperance
So it was not a dream
Though I was asleep
For so many years
Now enlightened with soft little wildflowers
that grow deep in my soul

As fortune fades with all our golden virtues; we are left to taste the bitter morality of our truths. Left alone with ourselves; we lie. Most of all we pretend to distract us from fate. How cruel our existence; as we aim high and fall short. Plumet and fall; Falling is our destiny. Man with it's greed and emptiness. We will fall as it is foretold. Had not newton spoke of this. And, oh, shall we plumet. Burning as we fall. Our "Humanity" shall be our deaths; least of all the end. Let man swallow the sun and the shadows swallow man. Our naivety makes us weak as we pretend to not see; we choose to be blind. Truth will shine through. It always does. It is the sick twisted way that fate has of reminding us that we live by threads. Cut your threads and jump. For fate has no hold over us now. Take the calloused blood stained hand of man and plunge it into the ice cold bitterness. Cleanse yourself of falsehoods. Remember who you are. We've all seem to forgotten in our maddened state. Shed your skins; Come out of the darkness. Hark the generation anew. Are we strong enough for such a task. The world of man is fickle and ever changing but the tide of fate is strong. Wade through the stream and get swept away. Drown in the tide; Forget what you've become. It shall be your doom.

I stand at the kitchen sink and let the water run scalding. Steam lifting from the dingy metal surface like banner clouds lifting into the early morning sky. I stand at the kitchen sink and scrub the skin on my hands, the water turning to mud in my fingers. I stand at the kitchen sink with a knife to my flesh and pull back the skin that I'm so desperately trying to escape. One by one I tear my nails from their beds. They clink as I drop them into the sink. Standing at the kitchen sink, I watch the brown water turn to blood, red running from the faucet. I dip my hands in boiling bleach. The smell reminds me of home. I stand at the kitchen sink and let the salt run down my face and burn away whatever flesh is left till I am staring at smooth white porcelain. I watch my tears run down the drain and imagine it was me. I sit in front of the sink, craddling my newly baptised sins that were never mine to bare.

Nothing will ever wash away the filth

Why is it
That when a person is gone
Do you feel your need for them to be there?
Its as if they are toys that you didn't bother playing with when you were little
They were just fixtures in your room
All you wanted was more toys,
Different ones
Because the old ones were never good enough
Then when your parents wanted to get rid of them you protested
But they were already gone
And you felt the sting and pain and need for them to be there
You lost your fixtures
Because of the selfish need for more

Wild strawberries in august heat
With a bitter taste and frail being
Only plucked and tasted by the curious
Native to gardens and lawns
Growing rampant in the grass
Domesticated to no one
Free