Down to dirt
Down to hell
where does it end up?
you'll never tell.
falling,falling.
None's gone well.
falling,everything is falling.
To delicate to pick up,to fragile to drop.
falling,falling.
forever an eternity,

if i believed in
shooting stars
birthday candles
lost eyelashes or
dandelion fuzz
i would be wasting
every single
wish on one thing

that the smell of
vanilla and coco butter
that always
surrounds me

was burned into
your mind so
strongly that you
sometimes smell it
when it isn't there
and the uncertainty of
not remembering
where it's from
bothers you late
at night on the rare
occasions when
you can't sleep

(a distant memory
of last summer that
you can't quite
pin down
something coated in
simmering heat and
copious amounts of sugar
grass stains
scribbled notebook pages
a teddy bear and
slightly out of tune
ukulele music)

and it became something
that you would go to great
lengths to trace
something you would
like to smell
for the rest of your life

but i never said i
believed in wishes at all.

Like a mosaic window; made from discarded coloured bottles, that once held your liquor.
I am a speechless beauty; that shines in the presence of the violent sun.
I am a broken masterpiece; a unique wonder.
No one can compare to my fused edges, and incomplete complexion.
I smell of the past life, different vapors of your spirits.
But they muse together; they aspire from what used to be.
Now a sent, that blinds the hearts of all that dare to love.
For my own personality has been hand crafted from my mistakes.
Transparent I seem; with the world behind seen in colour through me.
To help realise, that there's more to life then present hues.
I have been place withing my eyes, for the world is truly to see, that I have accepted me.
And for my heart to understand; I can inspire my own mind.
Because I'm a mosaic window; something that's made with time.
For to become something wondrous, you must learn from the past.
And realise.... that your situation that seems hopeless, will not forever last...

And I sleep atop a mattress of fallen stars; dreaming of each and everyone of their failed wishes.
For I shall adamantly aspire to complete each one; before I become nothing more then a failed wish myself...

Wondrous trees fly through the doors of my dreams.
The sun is that of shining black, and the moon that of dim blue.
Birds that dive to the depths of my eyes; fishing for cast away smiles.
Boulders that walk from ear to ear; releasing a sent of sweet, pouched apricots.
Grass that grows as ****** hair for the man that is the moon.
And flowers that bloom as coral in the oceans, coloured a violet hue.
Jumping clouds, and blissful sounds.
A lonely stool; untouchable to the madness.
Gray and bland; cold and stern.
The last state of sanity found within a single stool.
This is the torrent of my mind; the chaos of my thoughts.
And this lonely stool is the last hope of finding a place to blend with society.
But it colour of gray and it's form of sternness.
Is slowly fading to the abyss I have lost.
No worries I shall fear of, once all sanity has disappeared.
For a life with individuality is the reason why we life in a world that's full of rules...

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
To feel the water vapors cleanse our skin.
Watch the world beyond the scope of rainbows, and accept that we all live in a world of sin.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
With your hand firmly within mine.
See the moon dance with the sun; trying to understand each other's life line.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Become lingering memories in the minds of broken hearts.
Shedding a silent tear for your soul, falling to the ocean, creating rippling art.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Reaching for the stars that sing with aspiration.
Listening to their songs till the universe dissolves.
Feeling that small forgotten spark that's known as inspiration.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Forever to be at rest with the hate.
To watch the rain fall to those that can understand.
As we glide to our long fought for fate.

**Will you join me upon the rain clouds?...

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just a walking shadow that is lost in the light.
I wonder your soul, hoping to find what I lost a lifetime ago.
Searching for that glimmering love I once homed in my eyes.
Trying to recover that tension that used to grip the corner of my lips.

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just a leaf riding a forgotten breeze in the calm night.
Waiting for the moon to rise, casting it's love into every wound I bare.
Wondering if I could again stand with strength my own heart held.
Trying to understand the importance of a water droplet, hugging my skin.

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just an abyss found in the unknown universe.
Touching all that have recently been diagnosed with a wish.
Cleansing the souls that have become dim from my unforgiving presence.
Trying to replace all that I had once stole from the world of honesty.

Nothing personal my dear; I am hopelessly enslaved to your heart.
Serving you again and again, showing you my undying affection.
Conducting acts of romance that would melt the moon in your eyes.
Trying to showcase the importance of your breath that lingers in the clouds you sleep on.

Nothing personal my dear; I'm just trying to prevent your unearthly sprirt to stay as pure as the angel you are.
Which is why I must save your lips from fading the hue that is the sky.
Preventing a dove to collect your smile from your glowing face.
Trying to save the only thing left that is right in this world.

Nothing personal my dear; I am going to close my eyes tonight...
So you may opens yours tomorrow...
To ensure your heart rhythmically echos in the night...
Because I value your life more then my own...

Nothing personal my dear...
But I have surrendered my heart to you...
So your can open your eyes tomorrow...
When I close mone tonight....

Nothing personal my dear...
But I can't see you leave this world...
Because I love you...

Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
Just allowing its specifically developed love to seep into each soul that sleeps.
A gift to hold sight of; for its a rare talent many fail to see.
This flawless wonder, this unknown sprirt always comes to greet me when the clock holds silence.
When the sounds of echoing ticks and tocks are merely just a subconscious hearing.
This spirit I am able to see, is nothing more then a undying fable.
A misspoken wish; with purpose over passing all ideals known.
Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
For this spirit is my guiding angel...
Helping to freeze the the world, for I to see the importance in my subconscious hearings...

That are nothing more then hearings of my forgotten love...

a discomfort
radiating
upwards from the
***** of my feet
up my calves and
through the muscles
i try to keep
from twitching.

some nights i could
wash my hands
twenty times
and still feel
sweaty and
hopeless.

i could give up
sometimes
i know where the
blind curves are
and the tallest trees
in the woods
and i know how
much it hurts
behind my spine and
inside my rib cage.

i can't
breathe
i can't
breathe

and maybe giving up
would hurt less than
trying to hold myself
steady and trying

and

and

thoughts keep getting
cut off in the middle

i can't
breathe
i can't
breathe

i've had dark
nights and
slightly lighter
nights and
quiet damp
nights and
buzzing summer
nights and
throbbing multicolored
nights and
nights so deathly silent
i questioned my own sanity

and some nights
where i wanted
to just
give up

nights
nights
all of them were
nights.

i can't
breathe
i can't
breathe

i would run away
from my problems
if there wasn't this
discomfort
in the ***** of my feet
radiating upwards

and also
if i could breathe

*but i
can't
*******
breathe