Over Ended

How long can a room spin for,

The walls are losing ground.

Upside down and playing pretend.

Fun to gather with no love reaching ends.

Slate was the colour the sky turned,

And it's lonely on a road leading to no destination. 

I have exited the vehicle,
A tank of gasoline left
To swallow a single match.

Fumes will be the last light I see of you.

Philosopher's Floor

Crowd collapse,
Pink lace, and skin desired.

The hammock that you've chosen
Collapsed into the ocean.

Too late to save,
Your lungs gave away.

Oxygen creating
Air on the surface.

And that was the last of your living.

And we still infect these waters..

Periphery

I never made anything
Of the debris you let collect
In a deserted apartment.

One that was once shared and streamed a live dream...

Company entered to join us at a table
Witnessing our flawless love.

Until the day we let out the dove
To rescue a piece of existence
After our wretched flood.

Her wings never flew back home.

Dissecting Yellow

The lemon lost its nectar,
Produced it's last lonesome function

At the bottom
Of this cup.

Makeshift

Temporary feels so useless, so lacking.

Of meaning, of truth.
Of life.

How do you fill spaces taken up by black holes,
When you are not given the power to do so?

Dust forms through windows in rays of gleaming moonlight.

Everything temporary searches for it's meaning.

The Endless Ending

The restless choke,
and daring laughter.

Have come out to tease my head.
Play with my heart, and leave again.

I'll wake up and it'll all be a dream.

Roots

The plane preparing for take-off,
Fell to the ground.

The girl waiting for the boy,
Walked away.

The clock flying by,
Stopped working.

The world eternally spinning,
Ended.

The blood pulsing through your veins,
Came to being still.

The loss in your heart,
Disappeared.

The love of your life,
left.

But the roots that clench into the ground.
Hold you together.
Piece by piece and branch by branch.

You will become a forest, a battle,
endless growing, reaching to the height of a drifting cloud.

Trees that are soliders
Fighting, pulsing
Roots digging, deeper. Into the ground.
And you will never move, and you will never become lost.

Secrets

I have seen things that you don't notice,
and maybe never will.

I have felt things so strange,
No one has ever known.

I keep thoughts and ideas and pictures
Inside my head.

Only for me to hear.
Because I think if I tell you,
Your going to take it away.

I can't let any of you take these away,
These things inside of me.
As much as I have wished for them to end,
I wouldn't wish to give them up.

But you will never understand me,
Because no one ever tries to know me.

And I have never asked for help,
Maybe I don't want help.
Or maybe I just don't know how to ask for it.
I dont know
How.

Plays of Repeat

Every part of her was awakening.
Everything living.
And beautiful.

But in the end, it all goes away.
All it took was one thing.


And all the pieces fell apart, once again.