Thoughts Confuse Me

Piece

There is a -

Space

A void

A gap

A missing piece

As if the jigsaw were whole

Once.

I mourn this piece

For I know not what it was

Only that it no longer is.

TwentySeven

I drift silently Like blood through water The purest pollution. Confined to a bottle With no shore leave I float My only aim is to wait To make it out Whole And no longer diluted.

Always bring a knife to a gun fight, or any fight, life is a constant fight, bring it to that too

Pack for every Eventuality Fill your pockets with Golden survival Stuff knives in your socks  Fire in your hands And jerky in your briefs And pray Pray they come Or this'll all be for Naught And if they do Turn out  Offer them an Open hand But don't forget to Arm the other

Awaiting questions

Still waiting. The entertainment Has long since dried up The beast The man The boy We sit We wait Always we wait Forever so it seems. We wait. No ticket No number Just the cold, hard, plastic Of our chairs And the bright, fluorescence, hanging overhead. In walks another Dressed brightly With a smile painted upon his face Does he represent another side? Or is this one wholly separate? The jester sits In front of the three: The boy The man The beast. He sits And he asks

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

The cage

Who let you

Out of your cage?

Locked away,

Yet with no key,

So this could never happen.

Though how does one truly cage

The intangible.

I am you made flesh.

Perhaps I then am the one who should be caged,

Locked away together.

Perhaps to let you out

Would in fact hold you.

Perhaps this is your poison speaking already.

Ambiguity is the core of good literature

It keeps you guessing. I know what it's about, you think you do. But different things mean different things to different people, differently... I get off on that a bit. You draw me in Oh, the way you do Taking my very essence From between your lips Dry or wet  It's all the same Taking me down  Into you Stealing my soul Then breathing me out  Into the world I knew before Tainted now Discoloured Part of me left in there Remaining Attached to your insides Like a memory of what  Could Have Been But will no longer come to pass Go ahead, take another That's all I am to you I'm used and I love it It's all I am

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

Grey

I hide behind Dressed up exteriors And dark interiors Hoping I don't notice What I really am So here, see me This is the painting I choose to show Allowing no one to enter the attic And see How scarred Burned And torn The real one is So what you see Is most definitely what you get Because you will never know What's inside this head

Death threats

If your gonna take him, take him, If you’re gonna leave him, leave, But please make up your mind, Because I’m starting to find, That I can’t take these fucking death threats anymore.