Artist

My throat aches 
From silently screaming.
I can't find a tear
But know somewhere 
They're streaming.
I keep throwing rocks
But the water won't ripple.
Which way is up?
How can I know, 
If gavity's fickle?
I recognize brilliance
But never create it.
Something has happened
And now I'm sedated.
Like I'm drowning 
In water that's only luke warm.
I don't know my skin 
From the sea.
Or calm 
From the storm.
I'm lost in the grey. 
I long for definition.
I'm an artist
Who envies 
The mathematician.

It Feels Like Rain

I'm falling out of the world we created.
Inch by inch, my grip is slipping.
I'm in love with our eradicated 
Reality.
And it feels like tripping.
It feels like rain.
It feels like falling.
It feels insane.
But I'm coming down.
It's letting up.
Each second 
Closer to the ground.
Each second 
Running out of luck.
I need my fix, my you, my drug.
I'll only need just one more hit..
Of you.
Of us.
Of imaginary love.
So come inside me, fill me up.
Help me forget which way is up.

Silence

Our love may be
Described in silence.
A warm embracing
Quiet
That mutes
Surrounding clangor.
A soft and constant
Pressure
That holds me
Gently in tact.
A wordless hush
That becomes us.
Sporadic, jolting noise
Easily muffled
By the soothing sound
Of silence.

Intertwine

My life weaves in and out,
Tangled up in yours.
Sewn together,
Hearts and minds
Intertwine.
I nuzzle your body
And bundle up
Inside your subconscious.
Seeking refuge.
Finding comfort.
Finally glad to be alive.

Rainy Desert

Lost in a rainy desert

Swimming though runny sand

Struggling, sinking, slipping

Muddy granulation

Chafes against my skin

Irritating and scraping away

At my mushy exterior

To its slight, smooth foundation

Leaving a pink balloon

Full of my self

Flimsy, fragile, supple balloon

Translucently displaying

My human mechanisms

Eradicating privacy 

And ruining secrets

Which were mine