Her body is endless , stars sinking seas
Two blurring lines, too many drinks
When the risk comes in milligrams
The night , at some point seems
endless
My head spinning,
Behind the face I
would never show my friends
Could this really work ,
Will it change anything

It started out such a great day
And Oh how it ends
Wait God
Wait

Wake
Wake up

Wait God
Wait

Reflections are a deadly thing

Peeling the skin off my face
this repulsive pulse
Hoping there is no longer I

inquiring me be me
mirror
eyes of tears
pools of fears for only my own reflection
I've been me for 16 years
16 years of fears of a reflection

An unwanted flower in a green house of orchids, laughing daffodils and bright smiling sunflowers
who would want a ****
Even cacti are alluring
but a ****
there is no need

Pluck and pull out the sight of I
no longer a ****
maybe there is a seed
maybe                                    (just maybe)
i can blossom and bloom
into the floret you will not forget

When i see my shadow
i will not ring the blues
and my color will be a ravishing hue

is this true?

A mad mind.

The thought of yourself being crazy when you’re depressed is only a figment of ones overthinking
which depression may cause;

You drive yourself crazy with the contradicting thoughts which your depression lets crawl into your mind like little maggots

These maggots are what leave scars on your arms and bruises on your lips
The crisp whispers you may hear when you are going through depression are only falsehood.

Its goal- to swallow you whole.

Crush your bones into to dust
a must to hurt-sturt.

Different colors made of tears over the years
that’s what it fuels on

Pushing you to your edge
Pushing?
Heave
til you want to leave your last breath

It’s goal
Suicide-self slaughter

Everyone has a bit of “crazy” in them
It does not mean you are hopeless

Self loathing
confusion a snafu is what i am
nothing more but a waste of space

I always ponder why i am in this place
I want to have potential-to feel like i’m worthwhile, worth breathing, worth existing

Always asking for the truth, asking for an answer

shifting

Why can’t anyone hear my cry for help, my weep for the truth
Searching for a reason why i’m doubtful and suffer these scars subliminally

Malady
I’ve come to accept i’m mentally ******
A loony
A daft existence
Unhappy threnody

but am i existing?

Is this actuality, reality
Too much sensibility

emotion teeming sensitivity

why
why

why

Before sunset
pure Lysergic acid diethylamide
Beach
Slight coolness to the air
Places tab Upon tongues

Lips brush
One hour into journey
consciousness expanding
kaleidoscopic gaze
Peculiar colors

The waves dance in a jazz like pattern
softly he runs his fingers delicately through my scalp and constricts my hair like a snake wrapping its long smooth body around the mouse, its prey or lover

I lean closer
our lips brush, our cheeks blush
so do our surroundings they turn a ravishing tickled pink hue

gently we sink
and melt into grains of sand
gentle coition, his charming motion

idiosyncratic complexion casted on our bare frames
rich reflections of golden yellow and deep lilac

Dazed Graze

dusk to dawn
drawn to musk

Where is my mind?
was this just a mundane muse once again?
Where is my otherworldly lover?

Unknown.