"Simple"

Stuttering tongue, forcefully applying its knowledge to express its deepest emotions.

Kinds of feelings that require excavation, searching for the shales of context and understanding. avoiding misconstruction to submission.

Fighting and flailing about to and fro, to bring itself to surface in the deep sea of desire and consequence.

Faith and Romanticism weigh in its favour, despite the heavy burden of reality bearing down on its broken shoulders.

Confrontation and violence breathe in the bubbles escaping its panic latent lungs.

The struggle of self-expression proving too strong for the mind as it succumbs to reality.

"The S-T-Poem"

Slipping, sulking.

Swirling, sinking.

Terrified of vice and substance.

Struggling, shrinking.

Sitting, sobbing.

A firm grasp on humanity.

Distorted vision and seeing red.

Its hands wrap around my throat.

Tightening, turning.

Tarnished, turbulence.

Realization gently cradles my weary head.

I lie on my back and face the sky.

Evening stars fill my sight.

The moon greets me with tender sorrow.

Fueled by the tangerine heavens.

Begrudging acceptance bathes my soul.

Reborn from cruelty.

I reside in the warm embrace of rebirth.

"Departure of acceptance"

With a gentle kiss and a wave goodbye, I depart into the grace of the unknown futures sterility. Days untouched by foreign yesterdays but greeted with a friendly extension of welcoming gratitude.

Gratuitous is the warmth of clasping hands and kind exchanges.

Promises of well-being cut the air of uncertainty in two.

Alas I depart for my unknown future, eager and asunder.

"Slip space emissary"

Slipping in between dimensions

Falling past the atoms that swim through you

Constant ramifications for breaking the fabric that wraps us in reality

The threads of time unwinding and separation takes hold

Colours shudder and matter loses uniform

As yesterday and today merge

Stuttering into an imaginary waltz of destruction

Me and you fall into a state of beyond matter

Where time was left out of creation

Bustling, spinning and twirling

Gravity melts and becomes a liquid

Waves and cyclones give way to a space between creation and dreams

Imaginary demons dance and the angels sing hymns of devastation

As all of reality is absorbed into a single atmosphere

Tearing us into quantum shreds

Ribbons of flesh and bone

Nerves and minds fly beyond the staggered horizons of fire and brimstone

clouds falling from the sky in forms of glass

Stars collide and compress into chemical reactions

As we fall into infinity 

To be harvested for a new creation once more

"Deference of simple desires"

Wandering without purpose.

Living for today and tomorrow.

Living for blurry nights and joyrides.

The music booms while my mind remains in a dazed ecstasy.

My truest self is pulled to the surface through stiff drinks and companionship.

My future undetermined, not knowing where I will be tomorrow, without a care in the world.

Cigarette smoke leaves my lungs while the wind blows through my hair, laughter cuts through the cool nighttime air.

My temporary lover steers me to my next destination, with a shared gleeful ignorance.

"Blur"

Tomorrow comes today, I awaken to the sun beams gleaming through the curtains of stale smoke, brain grasped by the hangover blues. 

My chemistry cries out for the alcoholic dopamine of the time past. 

Rising with stumbling feet, my stomach churning while vertigo clutches my very being. 

Time holds no significance in the present, the poisoning of my body retains priority while I stumble to relief, a choice is to be made, return to my blurry self congratulatory haven or face the disturbing reality of nothingness. 

Without a second thought I cling to my distorted reality with white knuckles and take the bottle with a bitter conviction. 

The rampant emotions will subside within the minute, returning to that hapless safety net of liquors and unpredictability. 

Acceptance comes and goes, without a shred of reluctance, I relapse to my place of substance fuelled sanctity.

"Auguries of the yearning"

Yearning for the comforting touch of yesterday

days past that were carried so far away

Sitting and waiting

To be the one you love

Watching the moon up above

As I lie to sleep

I gave you my heart to keep

I begin to realize

Such so and criticize

Was I not enough

Perhaps my promises were perceived a bluff

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

With it broken I grieve

Tattered in the palm of your hand

It fades into sand

Overthinking

Overstimulation

Sensations overwhelmed

Vulnerability gives way to sadness

My life becoming gladless

Yearning for the comforting touch of yesterday

days past that were carried so far away.

"Broken"

The booming rhythmic blows

Cut through the air like a screaming vulture

Cracking and crowing

Rusted steel beats the skull

Tearing the scalp and throwing hair

The taste of copper clings to your teeth with calamity

With each swing the fulfilling blows grow rusted

The human mechanism clings to the pipe with conviction as each swing grows more aggressive

Blood soaks the floor

My vision pulsates with pain

My eyes painted red

With each vitriolic swing

My eye touches the glass covered floor

The shards mixing with my once whole scalp

My breath halted in a stale manner

The swings stop

My boiling blood stills

Heavy breathes fill the air in satisfaction

My hands shake in excitement as I realize I’ve finally won, a single victory but the biggest

My enemy no longer stains my mind with his presence

His hold on me finally releases with his bitter end

Finally free.

"Helpless"

Thoughts and feelings swirl within my body and soul.

The intoxicating aroma of infatuation clouds my awareness.

My heart palpitates and blush becomes a dominant feature.

Remain calm and act natural I repeat to myself, the extent evolving into mantra.

As much as time passes with you, I can’t help but feel head over heels.

Your warmth engulfs me into infinity.

Time flies and every moment spent with you establishes itself at my core.

Continuously, endlessly profiling my feelings.

Combing and searching for an answer.

Conclusions and answers lining up to be one.

A single meaning and intent.

The feeling of being the master of my emotions.

A necessary sacrifice of my ownership, in the end I am truly helpless to my love for you.

"Atom’s call"

Shrooms of doom

Flashes in the blink of an eye

Lightning cracking the sky

While twinkling rain falls

The smells of sick stain your lungs

It’s the end

"Nicotine"

Insatiable, essential

The startling realization of the lack of one’s presence.

Impeding loneliness fills my lungs, with the replacement of a farce, the echoes of true wellbeing and clarity emanate within me.

Anxiety rules without question, commencing its hostile take over of my psyche. 

Without your repetitive nature to comfort me in times of grief, I fall into a former shell of myself until I able to breathe in your comforting auras once more.

"Never meant"

Hands of the clock, continue to March forward in their foreboding melancholic rhythmic tune.

Days go by without a single word, silence staining the air and ceiling, discoloured walls wearing coats of undisturbed dust. My once rumbling vocal cords lie in slumber, awaiting their opportunity to speak once again.

A timeline snipped, what was meant to be, falling from fruition’s grasp, our separation leaving a void of things that could’ve been.

Nevertheless, the future becomes chalked up to ifs and maybes. 

Ignorance is bliss with the loss of the future.

Turning of a lock and key, condemns a life to an existence of isolation, laying eyes upon the one you loved to resurface such misery.

I remain distant.

"Sunrise"

Days pass me by

From the early morning sunrise

To the sunset of the late evening

Time becomes a mental construct

Numbers on a screen or a sense of obligation

Life continues with every passing day

With each one being the same, the air fills with a comforting monotony

Expectations remain fulfilled with a reassuring predictability

Routine leaving no room for anxiety

The night starts

My scattered footsteps stumble down the city streets

My eyes heavy and my heart worn

I think to myself to do it again once the sun rises

A beautifully exhausted monotony

No surprises

Expectations remain the same today and tomorrow

"Falling into what"

Resistance and perseverance, two qualities that aid my survival in my daily journey.

Things that make me strong, things that keep me sane and pressing forward.

Crippling doubt and anxiety rear their hideous face in my path on occasion, to what I owe the pleasure of a struggle, I trump them at the end of the day but ultimately lose time.

Pondering these philosophies and questions from my moon suite, staring down at the spinning earth, a canvas of blues and greens.

I resign into my eternal celestial position.