Something happens every night at sunset. Blue turns to yellow. Hot fluorescent pink and red. Do you watch the sunset every night like I do?
I want to chase you like I want to chase the sun across the sky. All the way to Oklahoma and across New Mexico, pink mountains and ochre deserts. And then to the ocean, dazzling light on every wave. I'll chase the sun all around the earth and never live in darkness. One perpetual morning. A fresh cup of coffee that never goes stale.
And then somehow it flutters open again. The memory of the way you made me feel; the way I felt; that it's all so fleeting after all. Why do people go away?
The creek runs heavy in spring. Rushing, rushing, rushing. But, I can't place my finger on what the stream is, after all. Each particle moving so fast---it's gone before I can perceive it. A current, moving in a constant state of change.
I stared too long at the stream last week and that night I dreamt it as clear as day. I dream of you, too, sometimes. My face buried in your neck. You smell like a memory. Like an illusion.
Now the moon is full like the street lamp. This is the hour when parents get scared and call you in. Every shadow plunged to deep velvety blues. The smell of grass on my trousers. Crickets singing up the stars. Am I safe in this moment? Am I safe here?
We're laughing. It's the moment the laugh rises. I want to reach out and put you in my pocket before the release. Before it's over. Please don't go.
This. This is craving.
Love is something very very least expected. Love is letting go. Love is the exact opposite of the fear of losing. Love is wherever you are, wherever I am, cool and calm and going with the flow.
Below Drown Town, there is a place An area for the voiceless people to stay It’s called The Wastelands Here is where I live and spend most of my days Fantasising about a girl who can take the isolation away
This picture I’m painting inside my head is us Lying down in my bed Listening to old school tunes about love & gangsta *** I lose myself completely in the look of your eyes While you tangle up your legs with mine A kiss from your lips gets me high It numbs my mind and slows down time I whisper “let’s **** and forget who we are” You pull me closer and say “ready when you are”
But like most fantasies, you snap back into reality The girl I want is way out of my reach I’m like a king with a forbidden lust dream Starring at the world whilst I wait for a queen In The Wastelands for the rest of eternity
This is a sequel to an early piece called “Drown Town”
I live in this area called “The Westlands” in Droitwich Spa (Drown Town) so it’s a bit tongue & cheek
“Drown Town” is a piece about the rundown down whereas this one is more of a woeful longing feel
I crave self destruction I crave bleeding veins And sleepless nights spent in a fit of craze Mascara smeared And fresh white scars Like a flag Betray the heart
I crave desperation I crave a hollowed syringe And the feeling in your stomach standing on the edge of a bridge One false move One small slip And there you go Lost to the abyss
I crave contamination I crave a stranger’s touch And crave to readily welcome just as much Both in romance and rivalry Biting lips Or clashing fists Teeth sinking into skin Tongues grazing wrists
I crave pain I crave adrenaline Knowing the mistress, Danger Making love to her But I can’t seem to find her here So I search in the bottles I search with my knuckles against the walls With metal on my thighs And poisonous, addicting, burning lies
I crave And I search And I crave And I search And I climb and climb And ride the high Of flirting with Danger My, oh my But it’s been a while now since she’s flipped my switch ‘Careful, now,’ she whispers And at last I lose my grip