Moonshine full upon our seas

Evening breeze sweet beckoning

Reach below, within me deeply

Move me in movements deep tidal pools,

Acquiescing the air a kiss or two.

Inside where we’re wet with need,

Drown me in your love.

I feel like I have a thousand words to say and no one to say them to

It’s why I sometimes post them out here on the ether

Maybe someone will want to hear them

What is it that makes me miss
The lighter fluid on your lips. Toothaches from a temptress,
And her candy kiss. Arm’s elastics wrap me up. So foreign,
Is this human touch. Like a siren she swims and sings,
To lure me close enough to clutch. An ephemeral embrace,
That chews me out and spits me up.
Love eats hearts for lunch.

If there is one thing I have learned on my travels,
it is that
the currency of eternity is the fingerprints you leave on the fabric.

The slow imprint of a million miles walked. Set free your timid heart and
leave behind an outline of an essence.

An amorphous mold that denies the shape of the world around it.
Be a surprise.
Let them label you a miracle or a sickness.

In time they will come to realize
the edge of the world is a place to dance.
Reach forward, and gift sound to silence.

Sometimes I forget to breath
A nagging voice, gnawing at my sleeve
My demons,
          at the gates they seethe
Begging for me to set them free
Darkness beckons me,
           with its ecstasy
Clawing from the inside, but
Outside I crack and wither
Like these scars are all that’s left of me

Picture perfect portrait of paranoia
Sunken eyes
My inner voice has distorted
Causing me to toss and turn,
and become contorted
Foreign is my reflection
The Dark Man has trapped me
With his apathy
I let him in
Depression wins

Some people think their always right
Others play the silent type
Some people can’t help but be uptight
Others can come off as truly nice

Inside they feel deformed
With a heart which scars adorn
A million ways to pick a fight
Will the love protect us through the night?
Or would the hurt just take my life

Some people think their always right
Others just use words as the knife
Take your hand and grasp it tight
Some people are the shadows
Others provide the light