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.

Snakes’ Skin

Branches were sewn together by green

a DNA strand elongating to new lengths

Wrapping around us like Saturn’s ring

Conformity overwhelming as you try to slip from its grasp

Gasping and grasping for leverage

Control is fleeting and ego is panic

But why ?

Would you want to shed your skin.

My palm told me a future

And a planet experiences it with grace

I cut my finger and blood fell with intent to stain

Then I glanced out the window

And down came the rain

A paper plane to show the path in which these thoughts came

Shredded to the wind

They stuck to the earths surface like a chemical reaction to the nearest brain

Dear Daffy Duck

The conflict-ions consistent,

My heart is full, but also scarred.

Everything I need, everything I want,

Just trying to pull the right card.

My introspection’s going far, but damn I need a car.

My views are conflicted, but aren’t we all contradicted ?

Everyone looks sickened.

We’re all just flickin’ our Bics, to feel apart of the clique.

But today, the more I flicked;

The dragon’s caught my disease, now it’s gotten sick.

So please, just let me breath.

So I can preach, and see the trees and feel the breeze.

I found ease on my knees.

Then I heard the wind bring the jingle of your keys.

Oh love please, you’re bringing me the opposite of peace.

You’re pricing me down like day old cheese.

My worth to you is at a discounted fee.

I can’t help that my favourite shirt is your raggedy old tee.

You gave me a sense of false security.

But darling.

You hear it now, you hear it from me.

I don’t need you, or your raggedy old tee, to make me feel happy.

It took me some time to realize, looking into your eyes was part of my demise.

It angered me inside.

You caused me oh so many sighs.

But now.

I choose my own side.

I huffed and I puffed, and damn it was tough.

However, no matter how rough,

I don’t dig my grave anymore.

Instead, I roll up my cuffs.

I no longer need you to carry my stuff.

Dear Daffy Duck,

Elmer Fudd came, and got you plucked.

~Hannah & Chelsey

Humans Keep Poking My Webs

Days coming faster

Times moving quick

In 4 more days, off to Vietnam with my flint

To reignite the fire in my eyes

To help me deal with all these lies

and it’d be really fucking nice

To try and sleep for a night

Without nightmares or nausea taking what’s mine

Creativities been like a bird in flight

I’m chasing it around with my old kite

Because there aren’t any wings I can call mine

I feel trapped in this time

And the symbolism of my dreams is telling me to let myself free

But happy I’ve always been

So what different me are you wanting me to be ?

I’m trying my best, though I’m just a tireless mess

This writing is a sloppy little web

I’m trying to weave so this spider might get some rest

But my metaphors don’t even seem to be up to the test

And my rhymes are iffy

I’m lost

Could I maybe come in

And temporarily be a guest

Your mind distracts me

Like a distortion of time

Could we hide here for a bit ?

Pretend that linear theories are a 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