I now know the truth,
the lie that festered in my mind,
brought to light through my eye,
that life is full of nigh,
of questions which remain unanswered,
and prayers with no reply

A life which lacks accommodation,
that thirsts for chaos and causation,
the universe with no remorse,
feeds happily on our life force,
we reach out for succour yet are met with not an utter

The nature of the world we know stays messy and obscure,
we endure the daily war of terror and eyesore,
searching for an inner peace we know we cannot reach

And unfortunately for me,
there is no escape from what you come to know

Smoke dances around me,
clouding the room in a mystic breath,
it hangs from my lips like the veil that sits upon a bride’s jeweled head,
it flows through the air with nimble grace only to vanish into space,
ascending to the heavens where I can never reach,
it’s only lasting trace sits heavily beneath my teeth,
a sweet but acrid kiss that escapes in breathless fear,
rotting flowers fill my lungs with their dying drear,
constricting my voice with lasting vice,
till I’m choking up petals of addictive bliss.

No one cares if you are falling,
as long as you are still flying.

Despondency cloaks
Like how fondant blankets cake
I hate fondant’s taste

Red and white vivid
The colours swirl together
Down the kitchen drain

Every day is like a choo-choo train.
Or maybe, I just like following the tracks.
One day the way’s all clear.
Another, I don’t jump in time.

Some people like to compare life to a rollercoaster,
But mine is much too dull for such a saying.
Scared to get on the ride,
but scared to stay away.

When I was young,
honey was my favourite treat.
I would do anything for a taste of that liquid gold.
Good or bad,
ugly or clean,
your way or mine,
I’d do it.
At the time my mother laughed,
she thought I was sweet.
Just like my favourite honey treat.
Strangely,
times change and people change,
childish was my new name.

I am there too.
Where I can see them, feel them breathing.
In and out.
Fluid and with ease.
Bubbles of air escape from their mouths,
playful and free.
Oblivious to the murk that is me...