Way Too Faded (WTF)

Walking, walking on my hands. Hands that stare and breathe and make love. Walking on top of faded clouds of green and brown, upside down. Colour me special. Look at my face, how my hands creep, how my eyes weep for themselves like what they see is the saddest thing. Looking down from the middle of the sky. Not too high. But faded enough to think about myself and how my wealth is in my interactions with the ground. Walk me to the door please. Get in touch with me when you're done. Walk out and never come back until you do, but never warn me. Warm me. I'm so cold in this freezing room with the windows wide shut. Make sense to me. Make me a legend. I will take you and make you faded. My hands walk off the edge of fhe world and lead my body back down to the ground. But my mind is the last one to get there. Always somewhere else when it's needed, no regrets or thinking. Just. Faded.

Runaway

I've been hiding for the past few days. Sometimes I just need to be incognito for everything to make sense. I'm no longer part of the anything, but I'm still something, you know? Anyway. Big shiut out to my friend who let me crash at his place for the past few days. I really needed to kust get away from myself and that was the perfect thing. Now that I'm back, I just lock myself up in my room and wait for the sun to go down. It's a bit sad, admittedly, but honestly I don't mind. At least I can keep my head and my thoughts away from the outside world. Also, it's been a while but I decided to free myself of my mind and get out of my body. A form of meditation. It worked so wonderfully well, I hate to admit. Well, the next piece is about my experience. I hope you enjoy it...

Lonely Man

Sing, lonely man, of your heart breaking and your blood cooling to ice. Of successes that arent yours but failures that are. Are you not scared? You weep more often than you sow. Miserable, lonely man who doesn't know what he's been made for. Puppet skin pulled taut over robot flesh. Big brown eyes with no vision in sight. Take pride in your shame lonely man, for you are one of many to walk down this path believing that you are alone. Suck on your ripped gums, the taste of iron blood staining your tongue red with cold hard profanity and disbelief. You, lonely man, make yourself lonely and wallow in chasms of fecal self pity of your own making. You are cold and blind in the middle of the sun but you cling to spontaneity for sanity and a sense of purpose. Take your lonliness, lonely man. And wrap yourself in it. It's the only thing of substance you have left.

Meh

I'm going to cheat a bit today. This is it for the warm up. Sorry. My day just went left really quickly. I hope you enjoy this next one.

Sugar Cane Season

My Sugar Cane.
You, naturally sweet
But your tough outer shell scares me.
It reminds me of bleeding mouths screaming for more
More
Biting and scratching and peeling away at the hardness.
It hurts.
But it's so easy to get lost in the sweet familiarity of a cocktail of pain and pleasure.
A picture of cracked lips
Gums torn to shreds and teeth crooked
Gaping cavities fit for royalty
A tooth with a holy crown.
Slippery snake tongue forever the truthful jester
Lapping up the sweet juices of your innermost inner.
Sugar cane season.

Om Nom Nom

Doubling up again for this month. I sometimes see people walking around on the street who inspire me, not because of who they are or the amazing altruistic deeds that they have done, just the image of them and how I can see a bit of myself in them. Needless to say, the person who was walking along the street was holding sugar cane. It then clicked that it was actually sugar cane season, and I remembered the long afternoons sitting outside gnawing at the bamboo-like outer shell to get to the sweet fibrous sugary goodness in the middle. My gums would always end up being ripped to shreds and bleeding by the end of the ordeal, but somehow it was worth it. This next piece is somewhat of a comparison of that experience.

I Wish

I wish I looked like you. I wish I spoke like you. Had confidence like you, had success like you. I wish I had love like you. I wish I had hope like you. I wish I knew where I was going like you. You are what I wish I was like. But I wish you were curious like me. I wish you felt, like me. I wish you loved like me, I wish you would take breaks like me. I wish you saw the beauty in everyone like me. I wish you enjoyed seeing people smile like me. I wish you would hurt like me. So you could understand why I feel like being me isn't enough, but I'd never have it any other way.