Wait, What?

Breath

She's only happy in the sun Or in bed My bed We inhale Hold Exhale Push our souls out Through our mouths Share the light And the darkness Share the space Between our touch Feel All there is Care and care not Drifting with purpose.

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So this started out as a sort of homage/inspired by a dead mans bones song (who you should listen to if you don't already) but then changed and evolved as most of what I write does. It isn't what I wanted it to be at the start but I like what it has become. You're gonna drip ethereal Your blood will illuminate the fires in the sky Celestial ecstasy For I am the devil And darlin you are done Your soul will come When I do We're all just trying to move up And let's face it I can't get much lower Deep down in the chasm of you Burning through Burning through A brief taste of destruction With a mouthful of ecstasy Lose yourself To your sensibilities To the fire that grips you From the deep Deep Depths Let go your inhibitions And break down the walls Let you take over yourself Flow free With me And I will make you A queen Of your own being Now reign Look into the darkness Reach out And taste it Know yourself Before I take You Away

What’s for dinner?

It bubbles away

Like a pot in the background

Simmering over flame

It’s almost audible.

Tucked away for safe keeping

In the kitchen

Boiling.

The flavours getting stronger

And stronger

Intensifying.

I can feel the heat

Rising

Roaring

It burst out of the pot

Demanding my attention.

I turn

And there’s only the pot,

Quietly bubbling away.

I stand and lean

Against

Ancient granite.

Ancient by the standards of my short life.

Another waits a stride away

Seems this is the place.

Who knows how many have done this

Who knows how many will after I'm gone.

She takes a step closer

And fixes her eyes my way

I look up and smile

She's looking past me

Which I'm glad of

This is a time of leaning

Not of interaction.

She takes a step closer

Still looking past me

We wait together

Though entirely separately.

I reflect as I write

And watch the people pass by In this cool, clammy heat.

There's no message here

Just narration.

On my way home...

Have you ever Felt so... Ethereal? A part of yourself And a part of nothing In touch but unable to, All that is you And all that is everything Is not anymore. Have you ever Watched yourself From the inside, An out of body experience Yet trapped in your own. Disconnected control Of your own self, You are you. But barely able to feel And yet remaining fully aware Just, Dulled Numb To all that is. Danger lies in that stillness Like quicksand It becomes hard not to sink To fall into And embrace That sweet nothing Because there is no fear Just a vague sense of acceptance Without question or answer

The spectator

I feel Old And through that age I feel Alone Yet not lonely More like I've been taken somewhere I never asked to go And left there But still in full view Of everyone

Are you prepared for this undertaking?

You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness

Let's start with something easy

Or let's not. I write because the words speak to me, when they come, I stop whatever I'm doing to record them, it's like possession, it takes over and I lose control. But saying that, I like to write, I could never keep a diary because I think it was too regimented, but I've always enjoyed writing, for me. It's only recently that I've let people see this side of me, let them read my thoughts, which is essentially what it is. I guess some of what I write is pretty deep, but that's because I like to rant to get how I feel out of me, I can understand it more if I can see it, like a tangible reflection. Conversely, I write some random things that aren't deep. Essays, poetry, conversations, it's just how my brain deals with life. Anyway, welcome to the ramblings.

Smoke

This city makes me Angry Not at any one particular thing Or things It just makes me feel angry. There's a hostility to this city. And I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. I've realised I need the calm The open. I feel older after one hour here I feel threatened and on edge Eyes constantly darting, Checking light and shadow alike Fearful of nothing And the potential for anything Wolves in sheeps clothing. This is not living It's surviving But surviving to get by.

Lioness

I was disappointed

Disappointed in a way I never had been before

I gave you my love and support

And you gave me your best

But your best

Through no fault of your own

Could not contend

You were robbed

Of what should have been yours

And despite what happened between us

You still have

Me