An air of mystery,

The sound of grey,

The whispers of air,

Falling on deaf ears,

The outwards hands of a being,

That could frighten or soothe,

A comfortable heat,

That can burn down a whole room,

Glued shut treasure chest,

With words unsaid forgotten inside,

With a discreet key needed,

To free the hums and whispers of the world,

The drumming through your head,

To fill the noiseless void,

Th...

The world will burn down,

Ignited by the shocks, sparks,

Of upward-curved lips.

(I know this kinda sucks but I’m busy today lol)...

It reminds me I lived,

Through my mind’s sick torment,

The light at the end lives,

Blinding my teary sight.

It makes me peer around me,

Take in the destruction,

That is my sanity,

Scattered onto the floor.

Once toxic now purified,

From the jovial luck,

Clutched in my moist, shaky hands,

As I accept that it’s done.

With a broom and a brush,

I’ll sweep it to the trash,

To be forgotten, lost,

Unt...

Why does it dawn on me,

When I try to forget it?,

Leaves me in misery,

Why can’t I abandon it?

Why does it dawn on me,

When skies are cloudless,

When I’m feeling like opal,

A colorful stone of hope?

It swallows me whole,

Surrounds me with dread,

A roach I can’t stomp onto,

As it grows, it spreads.

It’s all I can imagine,

Everything I see,

Makes me tear out my strands,

Makes my eyes bleed.

I’...

Pretty dandelion,

Wants to be a wildflower,

To be picked by hands.

Pretty dandelion,

Blind of its own uniqueness,

From what stands nearby.

Pretty dandelion,

Feels alone when all is near,

Blows its specks to wish,

To be just as nice,

As the wildflowers around,

To fit in some day....

Orange sun juices out hues in the sky,

Offering me the sight of a daytime,

Outweighed by the moon and its arrival,

Occupying its space again in moments,

Out in the open, yet it feels like mine,

Ornamental to all sorts of skins, sight,

Observant is my eyes when I stare up,

Online is my mind when thoughts cram inside,

Overheating the blues of my sorrows,

Occasionally blanketing me, blind,

Orang...

The dreadful silence,

That I have to fill somehow,

To get to love you.

The dreadful silence,

That serves as a barrier,

One I cannot break.

The dreadful silence,

When my mouth can’t utter words,

With no sort of fear.

The dreadful silence,

You might answer me with,

When I try to know.

The dreadful silence,

Stills my heart and spooks my nerves,

At what will occur.

I can’t get over,

This stew of ...

Hands caked with beige clay,

I work with slight dismay,

A present just for you,

Sculpted while I feel blue.

My clay is my canvas,

Coloring the blankness,

With the love you’ll soon see,

The care that will soon bleed.

Sweat douses my forehead,

My patience about dead,

I make your present great-

Or…_try_ to make it great…

Intention baked inside,

In the paintbrush that glides,

With hope, affection, ...

Nothing.

That’s it.

Nothing inside,

No ideas swim by,

For me to grab, catch,

With my “trusty” fishing rod mind,

And the intresting thoughts at the bottom,

Just where my hook can not begin to reach,

So I’m forced to just sit here, waiting,

Baiting what I can actually catch,

Watching time tick in boredom,

Watching unoriginal ideas go,

In this blue;

My thoughts?,

Nothing.

(I still feel like my writi...

My words hold my weighted heart,

Bleeding- oozing with interest,

And my crimson tries to melt with yours,

In wisps of smoke, it calls.

My words so desperately eats itself,

And this whirlpool of emotions spins,

Itching for you to meet me,

To drown you in the middle.

Yet my words can float despite all,

With meaning so deep, booming,

It starts an earthquake,

That I hope will shift your world.

My w...