Poisons

Here I am, staring through the windows of my rolling box of metal, while I rid myself of the scent of the day's sweat and grime through the drifting chemicals that are congregating all around me. I bathe in the smoke and pick my brain for any sort of clue as to what created such senseless madness that's seemed to follow my every step as of late. Energies as poisonous as the breaths I take from the chemical tube creep and linger quietly in my shadow, showing their cackling, malicious faces at the most unexpected of times. 

These energies cannot be combatted or ignored, for they are not tangible to me, and seem to surface from an absence of existence. 

I sit and ponder the fantasy beings that are slowly chiseling away at my head, and hope that maybe, just maybe, the paper between my lips will help distract me from them for long enough to regain the sliver of sanity left within me. 

Eclipse

Madam Moon, above the clouds
Peering from behind the shroud
Of grey, and white, Your elegant light
Shines even when you're not around

The cold air's chill
Quiet nights still
A sliver of your radiant fill

Daylight comes
And you will run
Away from all you've ever loved

Just to return
After sunlight's burned,
Run away too, and lost its worth

Until you meet
In a tragic defeat
The beauty of you both is something to be seen

But soon you'll part ways
For a number of days
Until you finally again find the most perfect place

Together

Papers scattered across an otherwise bare countertop, save a single cup of coffee. The late nights have become a regular occurrence; sleep becoming distant, like the lover you still long for though they have long since moved away. These cherished nights, exhausting as they are, ignite a special spark inside the minds of the overlooked. Minds turning like clockwork, with everlasting batteries, as to never slow. Those few who dwell, experimenting, creating dreams, while the remainder of the world slips into its slumber simply watching theirs; those who refuse to see life as it has been painted in front of them; those who have, entirely unknowingly, been blessed as mind shapers.

The star dwellers. The world changers. 

Thoughts aimlessly pouring

Opening every pore

Seamlessly soaring 

Creating gaping sores

When words don't have a place

And you can say no more

When the breathing on your neck

Knocks you to the floor

Emotions all devoured 

Washed away by the shore

Locked with a thousand keys

But they can still kick in a door

And now your mind is flooded

And you can't tell what for

Everything that you wanted 

But still unbeknownst if it's pure

So kiss the mouth of Jack

Knowing that's an awful cure

The last ounce down your throat

Then kill Jim too, to be sure

Small talk with a toilet seat

Face down on a bathroom floor

Look at where you put yourself

Reckless fast break failed to score

Drunk Texting

The way the wine

Whispers "you're mine"

The way the gin

Is such a sweet sin

The way the pabst

Makes me laugh

The way the whiskey

Seductively kissed me

The way the rum

Said I was "the one"

The way the vodka

Was a sexy broad, the

way the scotch

Had lessons it taught

The way the beer 

Was fantastically weird...

The drinks can't ever compare

To the feeling when I know you're there. 

Masks

Will we ever find

A moment in time

Which feels so divine

That we will rewind

Forever in mind?

Intuition's blind

Eternally by

These deceptive lines.

Hearts intertwined

Until the spark dies.

And out go the lights

None the more wise

As tears from the skies

Silence powerful cries

Behind murderous eyes.

As beautiful as the reflecting sparkle of a newborn in a mother's eyes,
As astounding as the ashes giving new birth after the phoenix dies,
As rare as someone in this lost generation living free of lies,
Falling hard over this girl, and it's not any surprise