these barriers offer isolation
these boundaries provide protection
these walls put everything in chain
because attachments often lead to pain

Visual delusions:

Scrutinizing the acuity of
            what is visualized.
But sight is only validated
by the morality glazed over.
Until narratives are edited
to mimic a reality of self delusion.

Oral formalization

Dictation versed within syllable
            delusions, never sounding
the reflection of thought to breath.
But sour exhalation collects on
vacant windows, spelling other
          than what is breathed outwards.

Auditory silence

Auditions drummed within,
echoing on shallow walls,
           nothing wrote within
A tirade of failures woven with
three perceptions. Collective ignorance.

In a room full of twelve
It felt like eleven
Lonely isn’t the word
I would use to describe it
People were there
But I couldn’t bring myself to use them
People were there
But I couldn’t let my walls away from me
People were there
But I couldn’t let myself lean on them

That’s why I can’t ever go back to that island
I cannot be alone again

Can't you just love me again?

A whisper-wisp through the dark,
spoken in the night to familiar walls
you're helping your brother
paint a different colour,
masking forever words those walls have heard
and the time
I took acid
at your birthday
and watched the 70's wallpaper you've covered up melt like heated crayons
to join me on the floor,
rolling rainbows and laughter through the air in a technicolour soup,
in an effort to forget your face in the next room.


But can't you just love me again?

You want more than friends who are occasionally lovers,
to find meaning in the familiarity we sometimes share,
to amalgamate two bodies confidential in their knowledge of one another,
to illuminate my heart with another chance.

But you forget I say
into the silence and the drying Irish linen,
I've repainted the walls within
to erase a love which rendered us strangers,
built my heart its own house with no room for a former life,
so your words can do nothing but knock,
at a front door
now forever politely closed.

Walls.
Build them up.
Break them down.
Build them taller.

Every word, every whipser
Is either adding a brick
Or taking one away.
But never staying the same.

You broke it all down
And I threw away the bricks.
I didn’t know that I should have saved
At least one.

You came in and looked around
I let you move right into
Every corner that used to be guarded
By the walls i put up.

Slowly, I forgot where i even put my bricks.
I wouldn’t need them anyways.
You took them all away,
But i didnt know you would steal them.

You lit the bricks on fire,
And you burned the house down.
See, you still had your bricks up
And built more with mine that you stole.

I am left brickless.
Its almost like im homeless.
Everything is out,
Nothing is protected.

But you.
You are walls that are miles high.
I can see the bricks you stole from me
Scattered about your walls.

But while im laying on the ground
That is the only thing left after the fire
I look around and notice,
There is sunlight.

No walls are up,
And the mind is shattered.
But while yours is built up and safe,
Mine, has the sun.

it's so hard for me
to open up,
but once i do,
i can't stop,
and people don't mind
stepping all over me,
so i build yet another wall
around me,
and opening up becomes
a mission not even Tom Cruise can make possible.