When you reach for the cold wooden board
your hands begin to decay
your skin peels back then hardens and falls off your scarlet bones.
A bright midnight flash struggles to push through to the other side of your mind
revealing that you passed years ago but are stuck in an actuality that doesn’t belong to you.
Life is all just a disorder, dead but you keep on living
a distorted mind trapped in an unborn child's head.
Or it could be a game from the further future that they play
controlling little beings within a screen.
The words engraved on the board now lay in your flesh and you cannot let go
from the reality within reality
but is the concept that hard to grasp?
You believe in God but not your own insanity?
We are the dead ones that are only able to perceive
they are makers of our madness
the creators of an urban fantasy
and they try to speak to us from millions of years in the future through a sharp birch wood board
but the lies we are told and the truths that this “world” withholds
does not compare to the unknown universe outside of this screen.

The tranquil chirps of a Robin outside of my window wakes me,
6:00 am,
the bitter smell of coffee finds its way to my nose,
I stumble over to pour the steaming black waterfall,
in to my plain white mug.
I sleep walk over to the bathroom,
to the basin,
I can hardly turn the ****,
after few foggy attempts I grasp it,
the steaming water comes crashing down.
One toe at a time,
into a serene sea,
I step in,
lay back my head into the translucent,
untouched water,
close my eyes,
and pretend i’m drowning,
drowning in the mauve sea,
and now i’m blinded by color.
Goosebumps spread across my violet stained body as I step out,
it drips from my skin.
A switch from off to on,
and my hair is stuck in a tornado,
a magenta sunset lingering in the wind.
Something in my peripheral vision catches my eye,
I turn my head only to find a mirror,
my reflection,
dancing,
jumping,
flying.
Unique,
“time to be something i’m not”
I reach for a treasure chest,
not full of gold but platinum,
beauty,
so all my flaws will be vestige,
a creamy pale paste,
I pat it on my face,
followed by light ivory powder and a rose for my cheeks,
I make my lashes look like wings,
and spread a velvet carpet across my lips,
put the beauty back in the treasure chest.
I look up,
my reflection,
“it’s”
reflection,
fake,
masked,
perfect.
The same as everyone else,
a thrall to society,
“now i’m something i’m not”

Think of it like this;
Your mind, his mind, her mind
They all make up the universe.
Every mind comes together to make this world,
A world of personality.
Some parts peace, some parts violence
And without you this place would be
Different.
Without you, who knows what would be here and what wasn’t.
And ****,
I never want to find out.

Life is a dish you eat wearing a blindfold...you don't know what is in front of you and yet you gotta taste it..you hope that the dish tastes good and some days it does..but some days it tastes bad..like real **** bad and you wonder why you got to taste it..but such is life...it gives you a taste of every flavour you can imagine.

It's a plan in itself,
Not an open invitation for suggestions
To go on long walks, or dancing,
Or paint-balling, or take a drive
Down to the beach.

It doesn't mean I am free
To do one of the hundreds of tasks
You decide are more important,
In an attempt to fill my day
With a different kind of meaning.

Today I am doing nothing,
Because I have become lost,
In a world where doing something, anything
Is so expected of ourselves and each other
That simply doing nothing is viewed
As a waste of time.

We so rarely have opportunity
To have the conversations in our heads
That determine who we really are,
As we watch the moments floating past,
Lying under the stars.

Today I am doing nothing,
Please understand that what I desire,
Is silent doorbells, unknocked doors
And that the phone doesn't ring
As I curl up by the fire.

the mind is full of thoughts its just like a store

first you think of one thing then there are many more

each and every day your mind will make a change

some are happy thoughts some are very strange.



we just never know what our mind will say

we just never know what thoughts will come our way

thoughts they keep on coming going round and round

then they let you know when a thought is found

You can't find relief...
In reasons non existent;
In predicaments ill-explained.

There's no relief.
In trying to peer over towering walls.
With feet on tiptoes,
and necks sorely craned.

Relief isn't found...
In wishing upon droplets
that explode as they meet the ground.
Everytime it thundered,
and then rained.

Relief is in the trove
when the heart lets go.
To acknowledge the error,
to move on...
And commit fully to the lesson gained.

The dead are all around us
they are as alive
in their way
as we are
in ours

We share a world of shadows
with these manes
and step awkwardly
into the light

Every breath of the wind
is a dead soul passing
every autumn leaf that falls
a secret hieroglyph
from the beyond

Beasts in the wild
know this
thus the coyote
sings his mad lament
the raven turns his dull eye
toward the east
expecting not light
but a flight of dark wings

And dark wings
command my attention these days
my eye
turned inexorably toward
the night

Where every word
is farewell
where all commerce ends
and I rejoin the stream of stars

Done with all of this.
And surely
it will be bliss.

Somewhere along the way
this person will lock itself
inside the bathroom
another will lay on the bed
and shiver from the damp pillow
another will sit in the darkness
of the car just by themselves
another will slip on sneakers and
simply open the door and leave
another will peer down from
the roof of a high building
another will have earbuds in
with music cranked high
all of them will be
enveloped in wells of
tears blood and pain
for they were the ones
society couldn't handle
or accept or forgive
for having been born
the way they were or
having been forever altered by
their surroundings and lives
if society is seeking someone
to blame then just
go peer at the mirror
and peel the grotesque
repulsive mask off the face
and society ends up losing
one part of the never ending
cause of pain.