Unaware of these scars for they are beneath the skin. The air of radiance and joy; a facade, one that fools even I. Still, there's no escaping the night; the lonesome quiet, the heart's drumming, the mind racing, igniting a riot. No calm by the sea or by city light, by white sand or gray concrete. This visceral yearning will not cease.
poetry runs like blood through my veins words strung together to emote beauty or pain, a beautiful necklace wrapped tightly around my throat, the things I'm dying to say dripping from the tip of my tongue. Honey or poison, both sticking to my gritted teeth, unable to escape and create the beautiful poetry bleeding on the page
I'm here for you. What do you need? I'll let you take it.
Pluck my eyes from my sockets so you can see. Slice my skin so delicately to patch the wounds you need to heal. Rip the nails from my fingers and toes to fill the cracks in your spirit to feed your will.
Slice my hands to help you come back in touch with an intimate nature you didn't do much to channel and experience. Extract my legs to help you walk, and steal my lips to help you talk.
Use the meat to feed your soul, my muscle fibers to pay the toll of your daily wear and tear as you use my arms to reach the heights of stars that glimmer in those endless nights.
Take my bones and make thoroughly sharp, and re-use my nerves to make a harp so you can play sweet music as you defend yourself from misery and pain and bring beauty to that of which you've slain.
Use me all, and leave me as dirt but there is one rule you cannot skirt. My heart, forged in steel and coated in iron please do not take that away from me. My heart isn't for free.
Listening as the Sea hears the moon-- Cascading flow or Pulling away-- Melded in ******* Tortured ecstasy. Creating A thousand words For every birds Eye picture-- My body giving In to my mind. My soul somewhere In-between Silent worlds Of unseen eyes and Inward probing.
This neurotic moon Swaying visceral waters. Deeper currents not Complying as yet in This cosmic ******. Light & matter Darkness & void Affecting only the surface-- Pulling back Only waves. Pushing them back To the ever-changing Shoreline. When affecting Only the surface It appears to Be dull monotony At the beck and call of the Moon's every whim... Oh And other orbs play Their part with her.
But infinitely deeper Dramatic ebb and flow Cannot be witnessed By the seagull's gaze. The thoughts of the soul Are faint or nil In the patterns of Vision-mind. Our bodies Listening to this galactic Dialogue seethe In stagnant waters When the mind like the Moon is all she hears Or whatever brings In a stronger signal.
We have taken her away Kept her estranged as Mutated cells eating away Conformed to the Image of an empty shell Of a neutral network Caught in a degenerative loop-- A dense Gravitational pull slowly Leading her along Into the vortex of the Absence of light.
Yet something our minds Cannot understand as Yet is developing Out of sight-mind after The imploding of her Beautiful mass. After The burning-out of Countless worlds. Beyond Even the farthest reach Of the poetic eye-- A genesis beyond Eden Attempting with Greater resolve to Orchestrate the divine Purpose of the Primeval garden Rearranged And tuned to higher ******* harmony The new Birth of soul leading Body & mind-- Her voice Being the gravitational orb Swaying visceral Waters and deeper currents Complying this Time around.
There was always something between them even if later they might say other wise. From day one their souls forged a connection and for years they would wander in and out of each others lives, always disrupting each time leaving a larger hole. The last time they spoke, she severed ties but to cut him out was to cut out a piece of herself a large portion of her heart, and rib cage her left shoulder and her trust in men. He on the other hand, was left with no heart because she had stolen it six years ago and he never even noticed it was gone.
I have a garden growing entangled in my chest the earth is overflowing making quite a mess pushing daisies from my ribcage roses blooming in my heart my lungs are filled with ivy so I don't fall apart each day the roots grow deeper filling in the holes I have a garden growing deep within my soul.