Whispers questioning foreigners
Building tension from table across
Take a knife and dissect differences
The eyes light, oestrogen unequalises

Taunting demons flirting and damning
Why do you need to case in boxes?
Daunted, a downwards destruction
Demolitions makes the peace go away

Maps are just a physical division of space
A worth that float and boasts territories
How can we ever make this go away?
Barbaric conceptions, traumatic redemptions

The discernment pleading patriotism
Humanity claiming one consciouness
Nationality embodied in bordered lines
A  contradictory label leading to disunion

I swim
through the ocean
of my own consequence
one I've  forged
with my own neurons and
feeble synapses.

I traverse
this plane
existing as I do by
the seat of
my own trouser legs
frayed edges show
only in the closest
of light.

I float
Backwards in my own
consciouness, my
existance a waking
moving riddle
my own eyes,
the eggs
on the skillet of
this reality.

this constant
cosmic breakfast is
a mystery to me...

I spend quite a few hours on the clock contemplating my life reliving and the memories of drunk nights on the floor and mornings we chased the sunrise and I try to be profound but the words cant seem to climb my throat to reach the air. The words unsaid often tear holes in our stomachs and make our tongues bleed from clenching them between our teeth. This stream of consciouness is all I can muster. But I do believe this anguish is better than spreading the disease to you, because I’ve already caused so many nights of gut twisting agony.
I have a pitch black mind with twisted words and false intentions. I am a poison I have created myself and to remove the venom you must **** it out from the source. Its wrong of me to linger in your blood and your veins when I have nothing good to give. I am merely a parasite. You can strive once you have been healed of me.
Do not let this discourage you. I am not who am I am. I’m a shadow of the past. I am venomous and vindictive and wrong.
I must repair this.
You must get up, and keep living.

pain in my thoughts
love sounding like something
that’s perfect to tie up with bitterness
reluctant sadness breeds in silence
consciouness germinates in the darkest fantasies
“who am I to thine soul?”
my thoughts dipped in regret
my heart dipped in darkness
my voice swimming in lies
and my lips drowning in deception
my mind sinking in sudden death
feelings wading under water
where I retract our intact desires
and restore our dying connection
hurt me until you feel the satisfaction
deceive me for as long as you can
play mind games and rip my heart apart
contradict the blindness of our love
or damage the salt of my soul
with the murk of your demons.

the unfinished burden that had left me in bitter state.

my body, it screamed within the circles of my mind.
my legs, it wobbled with laughter of cries.
my hands, it shivered in fear of happiness.
my mind, it raced with thoughts filled with broken pieces of consciouness.
my eyes, it huddled with tears of misery.

no, this is not one of those depressing poems.
no, this is not one of those suicidal poems.
no, this is not one of those poems that impacts your mentality to hover around with sadness.

i want you to know,
with everything you are, you're a perfection in everyone's heart.
you're the smile that lights up the entire universe.
you're the inhaler for laughters.
you're an individual with exceptions and exclusive features.
you're significant.
you're you.

let's just be happy all over again, shall we?

Whether here, across the table from us
Or they're just a fading rememberence
The radiant truth burns brightly as thus
The stars must confess of their existence

Somewhere, far away, linger thoughts actions
Told through the universe's consciouness
Which are now freely dancing vibrations
Enticing souls with their vivaciousness

And here we are; the long lost counter parts
Lighting the till where time taxed the stars tolls
While the trepidatious mourn hums it's heart
We make our seperate ways as complex wholes

Yet as far fetched as this story all sounds
We are reflections in the stars rebounds

Too buoyant-

Syllables that

Once sank to
Ocean bed

And dissolved
Spreading nutrients

Now

They float
And mass

As microplastic
Waste lakes

Blocking the light.

Consciouness that
Pervades

Become flat
As a screen-

Dead as moon

I once was like you
made of muscle and blood
and skin and bone
But my days have come and now they have gone

And I'm left out in the dark to wander round lone
No longer to smell the sweet things
Not even a song

No heat , no cold
no voice of my own
I have no place of residency
to call my place home

All that I have
is a dark holes embrace
Forever now my time
is lost in its space

I am no more than the thought in your head
And that will be gone when you too are dead

So I am condemned with
no senses at all
No tumbling or floating that I can recall

Trapped in the nothingness that's greater than Hell
Just that of my consciouness and the memories that tell