were written in the same morning, though two or three have
been written since. They aren’t all connected, just untitled.
1.
Blue is everywhere
The cold is rushing through my teeth like aching for a pleasure I’ll never have
Empty voids of nature should be beautiful
And are
When they disappear
2.
He hasn’t slept in days
He doesn’t want to miss a thing
All the beauty
All the sadness
It seeps into his blood like the blue washes over the sky
A vast nothing to contemplate
A feeling to remember and forget
An angel that appears and flies away
These are the days we live
And they’re dying by the moment
3.
Blades of grass don’t cry
You can walk all over them and lay to rest
And they’ll always be under you
Their pain silent
Their misery lost
And for every blade of grass I kill
I want to feel something
4.
I feel like I’ve been fucked and awoken
Like I want to scream with ecstasy and sadness
Like I know there’s nothing left
The shivers slide through my spine and fill me with coldness
I’m living inside my own eternal funeral
My place to sleep
To close my eyes
5.
Disintegrating worlds write themselves into the future
As a dissipating dream fuels the past
An energy that never stops running away
Finding itself in self-obsessed misery
Natural abduction
Being taken away from everything you’re told
And to a land where happiness is blurred
And nirvana feels old
6.
A fragmented serenity pools, surrounding everything
Consuming the world
Shallow interpretations lose their motion
In an ocean of lucidity
7.
Colder than the touch of death
Clearer than a sea of screams
Sharper than a blade of smiles
Empty as the life I’ve lived
I don’t ever want to get up
8.
Freezing with beauty
Clouds and light and wind unfold
The layers of my mind collapse
As energy freely floats around my head
A bed of snow awaits anyone that can reach it
But if you fall asleep it goes
Floats away
Disintegrates
Like every thought, every moment, every love
When you die
Yet the images still fill the sky
9.
The world couldn’t write itself without an author that promises to pay you all back
10.
Wide awake world
Open to anything
Waiting for everything
Yet never leaving
Venturing
Out into the wilderness
Like a bug with no eyes sensing its way into the future
An endless range of crying demons
A stain that never comes clean
11.
Repressing every image that concurs with society
Flushing every emotion that causes change
Ignoring every demon that burns the fire
Selling every word that made a difference
Defying every truth that felt immoral
Drinking every claim that wasn’t yours
Feeling everything but what you’re thinking
Dying every day without a whimper
12.
Step in line, crows
Peck at my eyeballs and make me blind
Make everything disappear
And make images real again
13.
Wearing someone else’s suit
A costume designed for me
Does anyone else see the irony in that?
14.
Addictions feed the blood of the sleeping
When they cry, they cry silently
In a world away from sound
Where agony is just a feeling
And not a way of life
15.
He sharpens his knife for dreaming
So he can be perpetually safe from his internal monsters
That chew at him like a meal
Fit for a king, but not for him
His waking freezes time
Until he sleeps
16.
Thoughts flutter ‘round my head like a butterfly in the sun
Going unnoticed by everyone
17.
Set the earth on fire and wash away my plague
The never ending murmur of indifference
And everything we feel
Because it all means nothing
18.
Swimming in a pool of past regrets
He forgets to wake up and dream
That he can be anything better than what he is
19.
A wallpaper of serenity will make everything all right for us
20.
Only a lifetime of pain can lead to this much beauty
Strike a lightning bolt and take me there
Take me somewhere where this is everything
21.
I don’t want to eat
I don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to feel
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to love
I don’t want to experience
I just want this
Forever
Yet it will all end with the cigarette
22.
A naked forcefield saves the saviors
From their own impending doom
A charity imports the rigour
Allows me to see everything
A violent wind of frozen fingers
Stop existence
23.
I wish days were sand and time was water
The tide of the clock hands would eventually
Bring about the evaporation of the mistakes I’ve made
Like footprints lost, so would my actions be
Long forgotten tales of nature only viewed for a period
A period hastily rendered redundant
A perpetually blank canvas awaiting the birthing of something special
24.
Her lips part
As lies resonate her world again
Anything she says has to be second guessed
Who knows where her real life rests?
Hidden, woven abstractly into conversation
Smoke signals hidden by the clouds
Fact masquerading as words
That are anything but
Feedback makes me smile.
