It is a fog that never leaves,
It is a never ending breeze,
It cripples, attacks, destroys
And grasps.

Much like an earthquake,
It shakes my world
Leaves it desolate
Isolated
And

FEARFUL.

I've picked my last fight, it seems
Broken face
Shattered ribs
Splintered bones
Loosing blood, warmth, life
Pain is my constant companion, my lover, my being
We're both fading, fading, fading fast
The best things come in threes, don't they?
Mother, father, child
Waking, sleeping, dreaming
Birth, life, death
Now comes the darkness, the emptiness, the cold
Didn't the weatherman predict a storm today?
But isn't that the sun come out?
It's really beautiful today, isn't it?

h.f.m.

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1. a rapid tempo beats behind my ribs, beats inside my skull. a marching drum within my skin, setting the pace. we run, we fly, twirling and leaping in the clearing around the blaze. the stars flash between the leaves above in time with your pulse. you laugh, wild and loud and full. you are a dancing creature of the wood, and i never tire of watching you.

2. we would win no prizes with our art but our movements are synced with our breathing, and is there a better definition of grace? stumbling over each other and using each other's arms to keep upright, our laughter is a tangible thing twisting along beside us in the dark on the slick, dewy grass.

3. this moment is forever, a background soundtrack of reckless, boundless joy tinged with fire and moonlight. this is the epitome of the immortal, boundless youth.

4. this moment, this dance, this one eternal night... think of this when you think of me.

h.f.m.

The night sky looms upon me
My vision intense
Through the stars
Beyond the moon
Into the black oblivion
And alone I stand

The thought of you
As part of the future me
a vision of happiness
An idiot’s illusion

Dreams and hopes
My ultimate desire
Nothing but delusions
of a desperate soul

to black starless sky I lock my gaze
eternal emotionless haze
the hurt free bliss
sliding into the abyss

EMPATHY
you feel numb
you don't feel at all
you feel angry
you feel wrong

h.f.m.

MIRRORS
you look through
a window and see
a stranger
but the glass is backed
with silver.
The stranger, then
is really you.

h.f.m.

SUNSHINE
Warmth hitting your back
Heating your skin
But there is ice in your chest
Untouched by dawn

h.f.m.

MY ROOM
i feel like a stranger
sitting on my own bed
an intruder
an unwelcome guest
my gaze alights uneasily
and flickers away
why am I here?
i do not belong

h.f.m.

BIRDSONG
like a half-formed thought
like a
half-heard word
at the edge
of awareness
like a voice that called your
name but no one was
there
a mocking ghost of sound

h.f.m.

My first love
Came to me at a young age.
I was lost, and inexperienced
In the ways of the world.

My first love
Came to me when I was
Lacking the things I needed,
And all of a sudden I was provided for.

My first love
Came to me powerfully.
I felt complete and whole;
With him I was content.

My first love
Gave me a warm feeling
In the pit of my stomach,
Similar to butterflies.

My first love
That will always preside all others,
That nobody will ever replace, is
FOOD.