Beg your pardon

Release
Me.
Its too binding
to breathe.
Office
Society.
In a bunch.

All ruffles,
Feathers.
Birds chatter
at lunch.
Disturb.
Perturb.
None of it
matters.
Punishment
of the mind.

There is
always a cost.
Lept far
underneath
a bridge
that was
crossed.

Define
Me.
Its too blinding
to see.
All this
Propriety.
I’ve had enough.

its almost July

the things
are they stable?
i feel
pulling.
oh, my strings!
taunt.
but willing & able.
unreal.
soothing.
still stings,
unsavable.
oh, this heat!
June.
but July
will be worse.
sticky.
heavy air
snatches breath.
dryest
of thirst.
tongue barren
from taste,
thick & chunky
like earth.

Enter if you dare

The broken angel holds the key
At the hungry window, patiently…
Wishing for footsteps creeping in
They make me comfortable in my skin.
I’ll take the love & love the pain
I’d rather die than than lie & refrain.

We know This is not what living is for,
You know where the key is…
as well as the door.

Earth shattering day.

It’s that feeling of touching under the skin…
The loving embrace I find myself in..

The thread from which I dangle is fraying
The waters are rising, the Gates are decaying
Your face that I’m kissing,
(the only one I’ve been missing)
Earth stops on it’s axis &
No time passes…

I’ll exist here forever against all odds
Until my body surrenders my soul to the gods.

Take some of me.

in the quiet stillness the crackle awakes me.
night after night, smoke and flames embrace me.
disruption of patterns,
no matter how obscure
that pattern was mine, leaving others unsure.
this world of unknown is now what I call home
and at least I have me so I’m never really alone.

my hand picks me up when I fall on my face,
my voice fills the void with melodious space.
these eyes capture pictures,
print them on memories
and my feet keep me walking so they don’t catch up with me.

if I had the room I wouldn’t need so much space.
if my heart wasnt so free it would be encased.
if the silver tongue in my mouth didnt lash from my lips, locking eyes so that there is a little time to resist,
then my hands would cease to wonder what they could feel and I’d stop pretending that you were actually real.

Today

Snap!

Break.

TREMOR!

Shake.

Grasp.

Touch.

GASP.

Gush.

WOW.
(fuck).

Things happen in life…and then Pandora taps into my soul and crushes me with it’s situational soundtrack. Oh, fate…you mysterious trickster.