Approachable Anxiety

Approachable but unapproaching, wanting to flee
So badly to run, free myself from the burdening of anxiety

Shaking, heart racing, pounding through the trees amongst the forestry created by man itself

Self inflicted, not sure how to speak up when my voice is being drowned out with the weight of their tenacity
And I need to scream, but my lungs are choking me back

Tightened palms and loud songs, following my every pattern and they’re still reading me, recording movements I’m not even visibly making

And so finally with one last gesture, air slowly fading, i get up and walk

Bludgeoned Glows

Where will the skies take us now if our feet won’t open up the ground
Spaces thoroughly invaded, voids unfulfilled but you wouldn’t know
Just look at the pavement, how it glows with dead goals and ambitions

Beaten paths have been sought out only to be brought out
Broken down, death ridden, bed hidden among the rose trampled temper

Wandering the caves of the infected youths
Bludgeoned, impacted heavily with only the finest eyes
Creatures tending to the gardens of our headscapes

You told me that we have galaxies inside of us and that you let them out sometimes
Some people may find sadness among that, I come across beauty

The stars align so that people can search for their own ways to connect the dots to create things inside that not everyone can tell

Such as the mirrors, we look to the night for answers we need
Reality versus the livelihood of the sunrise
Fake and temporary

I’ve sought out for destiny inside of my turned over past self and I seek shelter over and underneath the peaked skyline

Feared Childhood

Hello bellows stranger, smiling
Response returned, screams
Watching beady eyes, dialing
Numbers shredded through their mind as they’re calculating how long another reply is going to take

Strangled by the tension, eating away at the shrapnel covered bones that lay upon my beating heart
Burying me among the blossoming beats
Grinning as I return the glance

Little was known, the little boy inside of me was protecting the adult me from what happened long ago
Shrieks, laughs, mocking
Taunting and teasing
Sticks, word stones strewn

Quickly, racing around in the circles of my bottomless galaxy
Get out of here, but my body is responding in similar ways as my child – like self did

Up, worried, scared running further
Soaring through the wind with whiplashes of the scenery warping beneath my feet

Home, at last.

Galaxy Ridden

Walking along the throws of the universe
Speckled, necklaces strung together made of the stars that are shining
Forming your name, screaming your
Existence, and for an instance
Maybe you and I can believe in something
And not think we’re nothing

Take me to the hurricanes, show me their outcomes
Watch me squirm as the tornados shed their arms upon my head
Tread, me softly
Read me hard

Havoc Thorns

I’m afraid I’ll just watch you burn as I walk away, from the webs I had set on fire with the poisonous threads weaved inside the thorn sharpened frames

Breaking slowly, cracked you may be and I hope you don’t keep attempting to dabble into the oceanic traps I may set for you unless you are entirely prepared

Bombs, tick tock, going off before you set foot among the torturous field like havoc I reak

I’m here, will be here until my demons eat me more and turn my voice into their own and I’m their’s before I surrender to you because darling, my mind has never been set free

Imprinsoned Whispers

If we were locked together in eachother’s own imprisonment, I’d whisper frailities and insanities that keep me going in hopes that you’ll still pick me up

As we fall, enrolling arms into our bodies, morfing, melting into our skins

And while we cascade around, decades seem so faded into the backs of our little minds, molded to worry about things we no longer need

Safe walks and trench coats wrapped around the brains we have tainted in such bewilderment of the devils touch

Hold me closer baby, let me swarm and smother you

Misassembled Limbs

Crawling up the limbs with roots tangled like the hair fraying on the backs of our hands
And aiming upwards a long with the claws that my teeth have become, digging harder

Screeching of the veins opening up as I reach closer, grabbing, grasping finally the destination of cloud winded galaxies

Brightly coloured shrapnel falling down as the winds pick up and drop me back onto my feet, lapping up the blood from the soot and soil, drenching in all it’s glory