If the world was ending you’d come over right ?

I sent you a song about the world ending

I hadn’t realized that it already had

Ended that is

They told me that when I died that it’d just simply go to black

But they used death like it was permanent

rather than a reoccurring patch

Conversations I find, are better had

Now with a mix of scotch and a cigarette in hand

Liquid life please, add some life to my eyes while I dream

Then this reminds me there’s still things for me to see

Though my mind is like ww3

With the falling of each shell ticking down the time I have left

I died with you when I said goodbye that winter morning

But this time it seems

Only temporarily I’ve faded to black

My world with you ended

Bumblebee

To create a world without you

Seems to be harder than I’d perceived.

😴

🐝🐝

Føcus

Rust corrupts the floor through a presentation of bubbling rage. Focus flees from me as I attempt to grasp it like wind. Cold coffee from a dusty old can and a paint stained binder, touched by many finger prints. For poetry, I attempt to persevere, though even my writing lives amongst chaos. It’s as if I am the tree, my thoughts the twigs compiled into a jumbled mess and I’m left wonder if the eggs inside will ever hatch.

The prophet, my second attempt reads. What if the answers I need are hidden amongst the pages ? Waiting behind the black stripes on the cover. My mind flits to you like eyelashes fluttering under a blinding light. You’re a pitcher of water filling my glass, but we’ve hit too close and now I’ve cracked. I can’t ask you to fill me faster than I leak, simply an old poster of a once beautiful scene.

Withering away from the environment. What again ? Was the dream that it portrayed ? I asked the golden sands what dream it had gave, but for me he had nothing more to say.

Sometimes I wonder… The mountain tops we see, so calm in their sleep. I wonder if they willingly fold so that we might climb and for a moment breath. Then the highest outlines leading to peaks to which we wouldn’t dare to creep, are simply unwilling to deceive us into thinking they’re simply rocks compiled to sit under our feet.

There are many languages I’ve begun learning to phrase. All have yet to assure me that words will ever really be enough. We see the collision before it occurs, but in truth none of us really look. I could write you a book on all the things overlooked, but that would entail that I myself am not also blind. In reality it seems all this questioning is simply rather deafening to my mind.

How many senses do we each really even have ? I wish to be touched but reject the scenario because I have yet to be touched in a way that skin can only mimic in this tangible world. I crave to taste, for at least when I consume there is something left inside… inevitably breaking down like every other fickle thing we perceive as strong.

Only improperly do I call them things. Though I suppose a thing is what I too am. Does anyone care to debate ? I close my eyes and as a prophet may perceive the future, I remember my past.

My darling sandman, how could I have left you so dry ? I asked you for a dream when you were already mine. Now rather than a pitcher, you’re regarding me like dry sockets where tears can no longer cry. I think now it is time, I learn to focus in my own right. Then maybe we can share an ugly truth rather than a beautiful lie.

Philia 💜

Inspiration snatching me from sleep

Bleary eyed words fly through a pen from the cage of my sheets

Somedays everyone feels weak

Bleak like sun stained clothing hanging with the old sheets

But what if that were your treat ?

A cream pie baked in the sun and ready to eat

Your stains form your personality

Fuck the yellow brick road

Let’s follow the tie dye streaks

Meeting you guys was my biggest feat

Desire ate me like a wolfmother lunging from the trees

I was lil red, trying to pretend I was free

Your love is unique

And it doesn’t derive from need

It’s even better

BecUse for once

There’s people that want me

I’ve always loved rain like when the day I was a spirit came, it’d be kind of the same

But inverted so going the other ways

Crystals to sky, because eventually all the reality’s change

You ignite inspiration in my brain

My love for you is like a planet with no pollution

I promise to forever sustain

It doesn’t have to be a long dialog, doesn’t have to be a full script

Conversing through creation befalls true bliss

A blanket lingering like mist

Brothers together, changing like a chameleons skin

Everyone has a spiral within

Follow it around and realize that the cage of sheets is truly thin

We wear our novels like tattoos on our skin

I’ve always loved rain like when the day I was a spirit came, it’d be kind of the same

But inverted so going the other ways

Crystals to sky, because eventually all the reality’s change

You ignite inspiration in my brain

My love for you is like a planet with no pollution

I promise to forever sustain

I know you seek freedom from life’s great risks

But for the change you wish

Look inside and realize you are the key and the lock

The risk your gift

To The Future Blue 💙

You know, one time you woke up bleary eyed, and he said that the meaning of your name didn’t begin to describe the light that opening your eyes brought to the world.

You know, the first time he came over, your first interaction was him lifting a guitar and watermelon Jack Daniels and you lifting a wii remote and sleemans.

You know, one time before sex, he asked you to put on a rick and morty sweater. Not only did you do it, but you made a dance out of it too.

You know, one time you gave up your dream, because someone else had the same one, and the look in their eyes was defeated whenever you got a compliment instead of them. Now their well on their way to that dream.

You know, one time while you were working, you yelled in front of all the customers to your manager “I only take a shit when I’m getting payed for it!”.

You know, one time someone called you crude. So you giggled and burped in their face.

You know, one time you made an elderly lady laugh, because you convinced her that you’d turn all the workers of a bakery, into an orchestra that would take the world by storm.

You know, everytime you preached to no one and everyone, someone was listening.

You know, when a taller Daniel Radcliffe came into your work and you swooned, he swooned a bit too.

Did you know that even if they blame you, it doesn’t mean that it’s your fault.

Did you know that even though you weren’t loved when you needed to be, doesn’t mean that others won’t love you after.

Did you know ? Everytime you pushed them away, there was always someone that kept trying.

Did you realize ?? That through all those walls, someone still always slipped through ?

Did you know ??? That everytime you wanted to die and didn’t allow yourself, it was the universe telling you that you were meant for something more.

Did you know ? I love you.

I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I will love you when you find this hidden in a dusty old notebook years from now.

Now, did you know ¿ That even though you couldn’t believe it, they love you too.

So when you read this, tell someone you love them. Because saying it, will never make you weak.

Did you know ? Love is stronger than anything?

Did you know ? You’ve always been capable of love, and love, you will always have.

~Blue

Wave on, Little Tide.

Around that finalizing bend of straight and narrow path where you can hear the wallows song.

The bristling hair rising to meet the wind caressing my skin.

The blues, greens, golds and reds,

Flaming past us like a current flowing down an unobstructed path.

I can feel the heart of nature beating.

Engulfing me like a drum sounding so audibly that you cant help but sync yourself to the sound.

My breath is distant with the tingling of the cold spreading over me.

I feel both whole and disassembled at once.

Like a dotted page that you must only connect with a thin line for the hidden image to become apparent.

I’m scared.

Terrified to keep stride around that curve.

To embrace the unknown like a new pair of pants I simply need to slide into.

But oh man will it be beautiful.

I can feel the potential screaming in my bones like this path was engrained in me before me was a reality I was given.

I don’t have the luxury of hesitation.

So onward, because there is no more gain in moving back.

So gracefully I’ll dance forward to greet the incoming turn.

And oh man,

Let me tell you.

As I reach the time in which I await.

The sight,

The feeling,

The taste,

The smell,

The energy,

Everything.

Is breathtaking.

Thank You

I’m so fucking happy.

Everything falling apart.

Changing,

Realigning I suppose.

The person I want the most doesn’t want me,

And the friend I didn’t expect to return so soon,

Reappeared with a fire blazing.

I hurt so much,

But I’m so fucking happy.

And it’s scares me,

Wares on me,

That I can take happiness from such a situation.

But if it hurts so much now,

There has to be something beautiful coming.

Whether a day from now,

A week from now,

2 months from now,

3 years.

Even if I’m Simply given,

The blessing of crossing the path of an animal everyday,

That is such a gift.

And this hurt,

That consumes me sometimes,

Is so beautiful.

I have never felt so blessed,

To be in pain.

Because tomorrow,

I’ll have an even grander appreciation for life than I do today.

Then one day,

I’ll leave this reality.

However when that day comes,

I will depart with no regret,

No bitterness or spite.

I’ll float away with the effervescence of every beautiful memory I made on this world.

So Thank you love.

For all the glistening pain we shared.