Hurting_The Tide

Hurt is like a poison,
It flows through your veins no matter how much you try to bleed it out.
It becomes an integral part of you
And reaks mass destruction wherever it goes.

It's in every breath you take and it consumes your every thought
As it clings onto your oxygen and moves slowly, painfully through your body.
Until it's infected every inch of you.

Soon smoke rings replace your halo and your wings turn grey.
It dulls the stars and the moonlight streaming through your windows doesn't seem as beautiful as it once appeared.
It floods your bedroom late at night and finds you
Awake during hours you're meant to be finding peace.

Eventually you're universe can only exist when the hurt does.

It will consume you. Completely. Wholely.
Like the tide it swallows your body and pulls you so far into its depths that you loose sight of land.
Hopelessness, lonliness, emptiness.

That's all you ever seems to locate and although they keep you a float for a little bit,
You're soon alone, struggling against a tide so strong that swimming seems pointless
And all the while the people that cause you hurt are standing on the shore line,
Screaming, "just swim!"

But you're body can't go on, and eventually you give in to the rhythmic pull,
The burning sensations creeping up on your skin,
In your throat,
In your lungs,

Suddenly
The struggle you felt to save yourself dissipates from your body
And a new blossom flowers deep inside the pits of your stomach

The struggle to just end it all
Because when swimming against the tide just becomes too much,
You eventually drown.

Smeared Ink

My insecurities
They devour me

Slowly turning my body into ashes
Like the cigarettes i smoke
Am I destined to burn myself out
In a slow blaze of passion
That i know will kill me in the end.

Tearing at my frame
Crushing my ribs that are still
Locked and whole
But for how much longer?

My insecurities
They drown me
They hold me out to the crashing waves
Of sorrow
The master puppeteer
That pulls the strings of my life
And laughs as I tumble over the lines
Hooked deep within my burning flesh.

Bleeding black and writing in red
My blood like the spilled ink smeared over the pages of my diary
Is now smeared over me.

Somber Stars are Overhead

Let us dance in the glittering moonlight.
Let's follow autumn leaves as they float towards a shimmering lake, caressed by fletches of white and silver.
A meeting point where the pale flicker of magic dances around the trunks of oaks and pine trees is where my eyes will catch yours in the softest embrace.
Can we kiss where the breeze touches the sky as the stars gaze down from their deep canvas of inky purple and night time blue.

A soft crackling of twigs and leaves afoot will lead us down to somewhere we can fall in love.
A soft whisper of your name will lead me to drown in you.

Let us go then to the spread of evening across a brook.
A soft whisper of water that softly dances across our faces.
Moving and painting us in a million different ways.

It sketches me a new identity as I get lost among the evergreen trees
Dancing in the whitening of the moons eyes
Watching it catch you and sweep you away to a stray place that I will never enter in your heart
Because with somber stars overhead
Who can tell us this isn't magic?

Destruction

Sometimes the most beautiful thing about destruction, is how quiet it can be.

My. Summer. Rain.

Your skinny kisses give my snowflake skin shivers
And as your hand softly slips into mine
My heart skips a beat when my breathing hitches
A single raindrop shattering against a hot sweaty street
You taste like summer rain and ciggarettes
Summer rain that surrounds me
Beating against the windows to my soul
You envelop me
I could get lost inside you.

You soak through the material I use to protect myself
From downpours like you,
That threaten to completely flood the alleyways inside the city of my heart.
Beautiful and glistening, your heavenly water
Courses through my veins.

It swallows the dead leaves that have been
Taking refuge inside of me,
Leafy boats of red and orange are dragged down the
Canals that threaten to flood.
Your water fills the holes in the cobblestone streets,
And leaves the famine stricken flora
Looking lively and green.

Your summer rain surrounds me,
It makes the walls of my body look rosy
And leaves my soul filled with flowers.

And that's what love is meant to be,
A summer rain
Over a restless sea.