oh how i tremble when i see my own familiar face in the distance and i still find it hard to just grab hold
to just grab hold and reach for it.
i am standing at the cliff edge, one that is big enough for all the rest this same cliff i once congratulated as a child for eating whole snow white's queen this is the cliff edge the one with the strongest earth because it can hold the masses at the tip of its finger
i never wanted to be here but i'm here. i'm here paying dull ache for...
never forget. the gasp you have gasped every day since the first, is because you choose every second to have lived the myriad of colours that greeted like the wink of a handsome dawn all-encompassing and ever-growing; these colours, you could only see in the dreams you kept and in death, chose you to choose this exact reason to invert fate and live - entirely.
never forget. that in your lifetime the skies carry on into your windows to bring you the limitless flight within the cracks on the wall that divides time and...
the colours don't match from my skin to my shoes; i am an unwashed palette murky and lacking form.
my words taste sharp and sound rusty today.
i forget to place my pain into the melodies that stretch over guitar strings it begins to seep out in my godforsaken muttering echoing the demise of an eighty year old woman who has forgotten her place in the world. it begins to seep out in the dull of rushed smiles in the strain of my left shoulder under the words that remind me day in day...
these days are withered and damp like the dying grass of Northern winters drowned under the swollen earth these groundbreaking waters donít belong here but they keep falling, falling, falling out of place piercing into our skin through our pores nerves bones freezing acid reminding us that pain will force us to seek shelter within ourselves.
this dawning year dormant and unlived is only just awakening, now at the grovel of our patience where the days have held the depths of paralysing sleep.
our grip is firm and unshaking bearing familiar life, like the roots that dig far beneath the tundra of the earth, searching through dark clumps of dirt for permanent life matter that will allow for the growth of the strongest, most upright tree.
your worn eyes, burning ever so bright like fire in the sky, they reach into me with such strength, and a purity so delicate even Evil will not comprehend it enough to pull it down from you.
i see my other self when i look in, and i understand every unspoken word ...
these words are meant to hit dead centre these words are meant to show how ugly you are when the sun sets into the death of your eyes and you no longer shine no longer have that mask everyone has grown to love including yourself.
these words are meant to be answers but these words donít fucking exist these words do not wash the tip of tongues these words are what asphyxiate and suffocate a soul that continuously tries to live.
these words rip your hair out.
these words pull at your ribs causing you anxiety and nervous...
the mountains move in the distance. slanting over these trench lines, arched and sculpted through the wars raged over barren lands. these front lines hold no army, but allow the breeze of my fingertips to raise the earth from the silence of forgotten and over trodden senses.
there were wars fought, lost and won across this battlefield of a being now making peace in the breaths of aftermaths; blood that spills can only dry, and so it does, giving way for new soil, to dig through for sunlight. this land will no longer be barren....
the smoke rises. i am here again, staring at what time has left me. the dusk is heavy, falling like ash in the wind from a sky that hangs like broken fences and wet clothing. the monochrome folds have lifted giving way to the colours of a mindscape that echoes through the plains of what is long barren and forgotten
all eyes are on me like needles piercing my nerves and the angels hide their faces as their hymns burn to the ground like the work of terrorists that live in mirrors
i reuse this weight of bleeding carpets trays and trays of distractions parallel to one another the truth lies under their breaths kissed out and sucked into the core of me i hide in corners forgetting my existence focusing on my eternal lineage to let it all out to let it all out.
black shards of hate staining my lungs until i stagger my breath and fall out of line i close my eyes turning inside out to shed some skin from within draining my veins and rinsing them clean because being reborn every day is no easy task when...
shock therapy, brandished like an angry blade over love the blinding shine of sharp edges caught in the burn of the sun. there are strangers, dancing on glass before me, every step closer shatters beneath their feet in a disarray of †forbidden colours for my timely visual feast.
i see it all when i step back for a clearer view; my schizophrenic conversations play back like old films, my inability to breathe when the tides of hostility rises over the shore of my calm.
these visions, they leave me stranded on the barren...
these scurrying bastards, foraging deep inside the guts of my mind where the pillars still stand strong in their places whilst their marble tiles crumble, stripping the surfaces and unveiling underlying structures that built this mind fortress.
this is where the weak lay to rest in silent wonderment and lies find themselves tucked into the cracks on the wall.
this is no safe haven this is no hiding place merely a temporary refuge where you either accept that the world is deteriorating around you or carry on lying to your sweet,...