Reflections of sombre thoughts,
unfriendly – yet, familiar – caught;
Rising with these marmalade skies:
a past affair, but no surprise. Along with the wind, came a whisper,
gloomy and hazy, but growing clearer;
trickling outwards from within,
losing warmth from this mortal's skin. As tangerine hues bleed indigo,
a pattern of thoughts slowly unfold;
Unfortunately it is one too accustomed,
for far too long and unwelcomed. What does it take to refuse you?
Clouded with these thoughts untrue.
What does it take to keep you away?
These darkened skies have led me astray.
i toss and i turn with the pillow staying put,
welcoming a new wave of anxiety with each movement
2:18 on the clock and the fan adds more momentum to my unattainable thoughts
buried in the need to see, and learn the unknown
yet, i lay on the surface as a parched rock in the middle of my favorite beach,
reeking of the current simplicities of life
though its surely a blessing in disguise which i might recall five years from now
standing by, holding onto my innocence, waiting to believe in a miracle or see a comet pass by in the dark night sky
i used to chase rainbows
walk a few blocks maybe
then turn around cause i always knew it was fruitless
now i do the same for sunsets
try to stay up for sunrises
i never succeeded but i always look back i keep swinging and dreaming of the sun rise i never saw
all i have is the orange horizon that never finishes its downfall i close my eyes and listen to the cicadas
i take a deep breath and ask god to change
but i open my eyes and the sun isn't set
hours after it was supposed to my legs are tired but i wish to swing
my head hurts but i can breath
the car lights blind me and i hope they don't think of me the bright fluorescent lights highlight my growing roots
not blonde but not entirely brown
dull and indecisive so the next day, I walked further, I tried to see the sun for a better angle since I once again missed the rise
I seem to have walked quite too far, so the sky was blank, covered by trees and high skylines so I go back and turn around feeling the cars go by me almost hitting me each time, and I immediately regret that I didn't walk even further to see what was beyond the bend, maybe the trees would clear away and i’d finally see the set from a perfect angle
I hope one day I'd find myself back to a tall mountain Ridge where I could see the fall and theoretically the rise all by myself and nothing else in mind
but i didnt take advantage when i did have that perfect spot
My mind is made of bubbles
Synapses pop here and there
Take me in different directions
Through alleyways and down steep stairs
My emotions come and go like the mornings
receding tide
Shift like piss swift dribbling down drainage pipes and play-place slides
My words are drool upon your feet
My eyes are hung like frozen coals
Or snot that freezes and puddles
In jacket arms, on brand new clothes
The mirror is a needle but these ropes are all the same
I built my house on a rock in sands so that I can be displaced by strange rogue waves
Sometimes screaming doesn’t help
Today I can’t talk at all
Self harm gets only a couple chuckles when friends come round to call
My loves tears taste like cinnamon
I can’t swallow without spitting up
Ones once loved don’t talk to me because my medicine makes me less fun
I cry every other night over folks I chose to hang around
My room is set on fire every time I say something and don’t like how it sounds
Good grief, bang the drum all day
Your body is a garden of dirt and grime,
Seeds will sprout and take root over time;
People you meet may sometimes choose to water,
But even if they don't, still, make sure they bloom and flower.
more familiar places yet distant faces,
oblivious to their surroundings, stuck in their devices;
memorizing their monotonous routines,
a common crowd; an endless scene.
awake before the start of dawn,
home after the sun is gone;
illuminated by manufactured light —
the sunless souls of a monochromatic life.