I’m chasing you

To catch up to a memory

Where drums beat cartwheels through my heart

And love has trapped me in a pianos tune

We sip mushrooms

And plant seeds of hope

For all who doubt

That we are in love

And if loving you pass eternity isn’t enough

I will come back

In another life

And love you again

I’m chasing you

To catch up to a memory

Where drums beat cartwheels through my heart

And love has trapped me in a pianos tune

For all who doubt

That we are in love

I will come back

In another life

And love you again

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip

To let the sun dry me up

And run healing through this broken cup

But there is no sun in October

And the weather is always better after the rain

The atmosphere is clearer

But the environment stays the same

 

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip

And sip on tomorrow

And lend out me

And get back things people have barrowed

I want to empty this drip 

And let go of Eden that holds on to me with a death grip

The Garden of Eden was not a place

But an atmosphere

And things are not always as beautiful as they may appear

 

For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip

So I can crawl backwards through my veins

And nod sluggishly off into corrosion

Mixing this chemical with the rain

 

I want to be a morphine drip

To plunge into this open rip

Keep me filled to slow this painful trip

 

Drip into this wrought

And saturate every

Contaminated

Delusional

Unclean

Thought

 

Drip until you can only see the whites of my eyes

Please don’t touch me

Because everything that enters me dies

So keep me planted in this metaphoric drip

Because October will soon be gone

I'm breathing ,underwater painting , underwater art by Lesja Rygorczuk  (2021) : Painting Acrylic, Oil on Canvas - SINGULART

I’ve been drowning in a smile

Lie so false pedestrians can see it for miles 

And my heart refuses to sail a ship

Slanted smile across my lips

And an anchor loosely dangles in the curve of my hips

Lightning bolts springing from the bridge of my fingertips

And I mark the day for happiness

To drive a pathway

Thru my heart

The walk

He walks

We walk

As they watch

Feet hitting pavement

Feeling no breeze

And their shoulders

Feel the weight

Of

Death

The breeze sways to the rain
But my ankles still tattooed a lock to your chain
And I talk to myself
Cause wont nobody else listen

Love will stir your heart up
Take it back
Strengthen it
Only to begin the madness again

Translucent memories

Stained by this wrought

Mangled by

The thought

What I thought

About the thoughts

To taunt my brain

Memories unframed

Bringing light to this shame

‘Cause sensations know my name from past games

Mind calling self all kinds of dirty names

And feeling frail

You’re hard to read

Even from beyond this braille

A lover to my pin

I’m lost in this trap

Waking up

Only to begin the noise again

Sharpened words

And tails spin a web

That can never be untangled

An unspoken lie

Drowning

In

Lust

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