Splashing around
Droplets of sound
Pranging and cooing
So small and so round!

Watching as a bubble floats,
Sailing boats in spiralling stairs,
Then a...
Pop and a whoosh!!
Stabbed by a bush.
No pointed piercing change in
Lanes of misunderstood would,
They find me kindly or
blindly cane-trace
A
    P
     A
    R
   T
H
Into my name.

If a withered rose is death
Then is a rose on fire living,
Or is she dying still?
Does she burn even brighter,
Or turn to dust to feel?

A technological evolution
iPhone stapled to ear
The fear
Of missing out
On our social revolution.

A constant silent disco in our heads
Makes us buzz from work to bed.
Notified about everything
In control of none
An illusion that has replaced our tongue.

The new-age religion;
A martyr to the pixelated face
Of Illustrated connections.

Humming calm
In deafening crisp stillness.
Lily flowers opening
In hazey enriching heat.
Little forests of tangled bounce
Trickling along the glossy wet;
Dripping bubbles of purest charm,
Rippled waves of scarlet blossoms.
Smooth gliding falls
Singing whispers ecstasy.

Shallow breezes departing
Amidst dissolving grace.
Changing face
To fly.

A Cut throats tragedy if dying,
Dead, gone is all that is to be done.
Why just one? why not more? why not none.
**** that and ******* too
Why did I ever put my faith in you.

I sit, feeling like a fish far out of my depth,
Water lost long ago.
I
Struggle
To
Struggle.

What's the point
Of ever loving
If it is only for a second
A moment doesn't last forever
*******'re fleeting fiery emotional
Capsules of time
Once I learnt how to love, now
It will never stop.

Dri

     p -ping away

From the illusion of our life before.