21Spiraling to bonesthis carnival ridealways brings meback to this place.Look at the invisibleup there riding starsthe smoke carried you away.The body doesn't knowthe mind has put stonesin pockets and walked to water.Here is a shellgood for nothing.Put it on a bookcaseor throw it away.
20All the voices; the people,the sea, that's what they are.Buzzing, churning.A vein opening, they seep and slither.This static cold after the wash of warmth.Quickly forgotten, days of nothing.Glass eyes and skin of wax,sickly sweet the rotted flowers.Lips sewn shut; no one listened anyway.
19Darkness bids them sleepleaving the roads for myselfto move in quiet.The light brings them forthI wrap myself in shadowhiding what I am.I wait with patiencefor a time when the darknesswill never retreat.
18Here is the truth written plain:While you are asleep I lay awake beside you.I listen to your breathing to know that you are alive. Let me go first.Here is the truth written plain:I don't believe in the supernatural but I have made you my god.You are the reason I stay when I could easily go. This world is not for me.Here is the truth written plain:I'm not much at all and I know it full wellBut I feel the arms of Death and I haven't felt Life in years. You can do no wrong.
I've lost time.I've lost time. I have no idea where I misplaced it. Maybe there was a hole in one of my pockets that day and it fell out while I was busy dreaming of the future or dwelling in the past.I didn't even notice I had lost it until one day I looked for it and found a calendar of nothing. I even walked all the way through the forest of memory to the station at the very end and I asked the old man with the pocket-watch if he could look through the lost and found. He told me it was gone forever but he gave me a ticket to board the steam engine so I wouldn't have to walk back in the rain.On the way back I watched the shadows of my life through the foggy window. I should have just walked in the damn rain.
17It's because,His name was her nameAnd her name was his name.It's because,Two rivers emptied into the same basinAnd can you tell the waters apart?It's because,You can't take one, leaving the otherAnd expect the other not to follow the one.That's why,She carried the embers into the houseAnd didn't wake up again.
16The moon renders a highwayAs the trees paint the spectre,You sit with a stillness — unnatural;You listen for the twigs to snap.My pulse is a bird strainingAgainst a cage of flesh.
Watch Me Persevere [contest submission]When an ocean of sadness threatened to drown herAnd she really thought it would have been easierTo just sink into the deep, she gave herself theChance to swim. Even though she was tired, sheHeaded towards the shore.Making footprints in the sand, she wondered if this was far enough.Even though she was still tired, she decided to go on.Pacing herself, she moved through the years,Eventually learning that each step was a triumph. She found that herReservoir of strength was much deeper than the ocean -Stretched further than the shore.Every step brought her closer to herself, to theVery essence of her humanity.Even though her journey is not complete, sheRests now, knowing that she isEverything she needs.
15Roads everywhere, serpents sprawling,Endlessly beckoning. We must not beStagnant; ripple, flow, move.Take up the luggage orLeave it to rot.Echo theSettingSun.TravelOnwardTowards theHouse of sediment -Endless blankets of restEmbrace you then. There isNo need to fear a wrong turn, theDestination is the same, no matter the road.
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of meInto bit-code hoping it sticks.But no one cares about the truthUnless it's funny.And I've lost sight Of what that is;I've been taught that it's all relative.We're all irrelevant in the endAnd so, the fire that use to burn in my heartIs all Charcoal. And I've been tryingTo see with no eyes; to drive withNo direction.But now I know I want to meltTogether people's 90 degree angles,Until the world knows everyone's rights.I want to melt together the distanceThat separates prose and poetry;Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
Dead or alive?I feel numbAnd coldIs this death?Or am I still alive?If I'm aliveI shouldn't beBecause death is betterThan this cursed lifeTo dieTo sleepNo more
While You Were SleepingWhile you were sleepingCells clusteredto whisper about you jealouslyin their tiny little chain gangbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -bigger, badder, better.While you were sleepingThey cementedtheir undying bond of friendshipand every face hardenedbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -sadder, snider, solid.While you were sleepingconspiracies rose and fellwith your breathand They rustled with laughterbefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -more, malicious, mayhem.While you were sleepingCancer shoved over other kidsin the playgroundand took their placebefore poppingpoppoppoppoppop -suddenly, so, scared.While you were sleepingyou were overrunand we can fight it, of course,with artilleries in the arteriespoppingpoppoppoppoppop -we'll, wield, weaponsbut while you were sleepingthey took a misered,bleak,first victory;poppingpoppoppoppoppop -into tumultous, tumourtuous, laughteras you lay undefendedand they captured your heart.
The Horror StoryMy horror should turn to grit that chokes the rusting cogs of passing breaths.It should sneak into crevice and corner until each pirouette of a clock hand crunchesa desperate death rattle into the mid-December hysteria. It should.I want my terror to ooze into the machinery of existence and permeate the iron.I want it to coat, and coax wheels off their axels as my mind spins out of control.The whole world should grind it's internal organs like black pepper. To a halt.The stars should feel the chill of my desperation and slide sluggishly down the sides of the skydripping burning nitrous into our eyes that in turn melt out of their sockets.I want every subatomic particle of life itself to suddenly stop, mid sentence.This is the way the world should fall apart.This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but with a resolutely maternal voice, strong as gravity, growling "Cancer."I want the world so still that I will see the traces of the dead le
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
9Ashes raining downlabor pains of earthbirthing only bonesee the seed of hate.Watch her as she heaveslisten to her screamdo not turn awaysee what we have made.