Out and down
between and betwixt.

A sort of weariness that
just an inch off the surface of my skin.

I am alive.

Fairy Tales

Capturing the moment is impossible,
so she saviors it as much as she can.
It tastes tarty, and whimsical.
Like a walking daydream.

Aspirations arent sleeping,
but instead on a quest. Just like the
juices sliding down her chin,
dripping in between her breast.

Trying to run away from the
swollen eye. With only one second guess
at which bread crumbs to follow.
She goes toward the path with the most to offer.

Having a full stomach is always better
than starving

Time.Swallows.Us.All.

Birds

The canary, stretched yellow wings invisible over
their eyes. And danced, hidden in the
shadow of the trees. Always bright but never seen. Always
bright but never seen. Always bright but never seen.

Arrows

She had hope that was filled with worry. If tipped over confusion will pour out. Her longing was so bad it hurt.

But the pain was not as intense at the holes in her heart. Made by tiny arrows of the cruels intent, the holes will never close. But never will she let that stand in her way no matter how bitter she became.

And seeing how easy it was to just allow the strings to be pulled instead of dodging, she allowed the archer to shoot. Whats one more beautiful hole.

Fake wings

Shine, bright morning light now in the air the spring is coming
sweet blowing wind, singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me,
now we are on the edge of hell,
Dear my love, sweet morning light,
wait for me we have gone much further, too far.

-See Saw

With in

I feel the need to start again on the long journey of healing and reconnecting with the person I know still lives within me. I stopped for a while and now that I am done wallowing in the misery I can walk again.

I hope to find peace and enlightenment inside myself so that I might be strong enough to give and bask in the unconditional love of her presence. I can only pray I will never feel crippled again.

Canvas and lies

The red paint splashed on her, trying to dry, its way permanent to the skin. Dripping from red hair on to my cheeks seeping into the between and betwixt
In each crease did I feel it tickle down.

Today was red. The drugs unfortunately enhanced the hues. And afterwards I was still sicken with red. Ugly staining red. It smelled of death and decay. Putrid with its presence on my flesh.

Bright fucking red. Powerful and obtrusive. It was until I was given green, and blue and orange. Purples, and yellow, yes sweet sickening yellow I miss you also. More than lavender, and black, silver, white and amber.

Pink, indigo, Oh god, magenta and lilac.

Finally! I took a shower and watched it wash down the drain. No more red. Red. Red. Red Trying to dry, dry, dry its way permanent on my skin.