Thoughts and feelings,
Fighting so hard amongst each other for my attention,
Feelings and thoughts,
Bouncing endlessly through my body lusting for my affection,

My thoughts combust,
And join the fray,
Spreading like wildfire,
Leaving me in haze.

Today I am filled with rage,
Flame on high,
Censored ******* to the sky,

Primal takeover,
Words cease to exist,
As I release the flame from my fist,

Uneasy noise,
No easy choice,
As I strangle the beast with kindness and love.

All continues on,
Life just is,
In my self-made abyss,

Empty space that vibrates,
Fuzzy with feeling dust,
And lack of trust,

The humid warmth from the coals,
Simmering,

In my groin,
In my brain,

Disrupts my sane judgement,
As I succumb with no shame,
To the lustful *****,
Itching to scream your name.

I feel like a drink
to wash down the burning intensity of anger and frustration
Temporary feelings of momentary exasperation

I don't expect for you to truly see
what precisely is going on within me

there she went,
back into her mind
the noiseless depths of anticipation.
her reactions?
controlled.

Your loving whispers are sour nothings in my ear,
Your reassurances raise the bile of rage in my throat,
And then I want to spend my fists on nearby walls,
Every hole is the love letter you deserve.

I really Loved everything about you, the details of this Love can be found everywhere all over me. The way my eyes lit up when I saw you, the way my thoughts instantly changed to become only about you, the way my Heart would beat so loud I swore the people around me could hear it, the way my words would carelessly slip out of my mouth just when you were near me.
I called you My Love, because you were exactly that, My Love. Any anger or frustration I had disappeared instantly when I heard your voice. It was a bull in a china shop, but the bull moved so slowly and carefully because he didn’t want to disturb something he found so precious. It was my piece in my times of madness and a break when the world was crumbling.
Now that your Love is gone, I don’t know what to do. It feels like a distant memory of something I once cherished but was ripped away at a moment's notice with no Love or care given.
But the remnants of this Love still lives in my heart. My heart has always been on my sleeves, but now it feels like it became a hard brick hoping that nobody would watch it cry itself into submission. If you cut up my heart and divide it into sections, unfortunately there is a big part that is still dedicated to you. And no matter what I do, or how I heal this will always be the softest part of my heart. Always being triggered at the slightest of things, sending me into a spiral of emotions I could never hope to recover from…
But I need to recover. Although your Love drove me with such inspiration to take over the world, I must find that again. Maybe not in Love as it is such a volatile force, but within myself. I hope I can become whole again. I know I will become whole again.

And Eyes
drawn again
to the bird
On the clock
Ticking there
On the wall.
And it knows
it can fly
From its perch    
Out of here
From the lockdown.

It links
The outside.  
And points
From its perch
Take a trip
To outside
Out of lockdown.

And eyes
Drawn again
To the bird
On the clock.
To the bird
On the clock
We can fly!

Bird
From the clock
Fly!