What you give

Burning orange
and dying red
the threads that bind
the bitter ends
splintered hair atop
your head-burn the bridges
burn the bread
oranges bleeding into death
your destiny is soon forfeit.

Tasty bits

Wisdom drops itself like candy
sweet and sour pieces handy
keep you out of mischief plenty
keeps you going real world steady
lost, alone and almost ready
lollipops are never ending
sweet and tart
this knowledge medley
candy drops like acid heavy.

Tantrums

Blank pages, white screen
I have words I sometimes think
write them down like poetry
write them down consistently
then they stop, stop so suddenly
a blank page sits right in front of me
minutes pass then hours go by
words that dance but never abide
settle or structure or even really stick
words come in floods flashes extreme
but then there is none, no humidity
the well has gone dry, no more bleed
just pages being filled with black space
and tantrums

The slow break

I’m sick and twisted
over moderately disturbed
but when you miss it
you’ll just make it worse
don’t dismiss it
just sit and listen
if you can’t hear me
then just get lost
because every single second
is a second cost
and every single moment
I remember it all
mind will play its tricks you see
I will remember everything
but nothing is what it seems
no, I can see what’s happening
I am sick
my mind is twisted
part of why
I can’t feel this love
it is gone as I am ill
one day soon I’ll know
how loss feels

Within and above

I’m living on a rainbow
watching sorrow drop
it drips off the clouds it paints
like blood drips out of cloth
living on a rainbow
drinking crystal coated dreams
everything is silky
the smooth will make you scream
I’m living on a rainbow
colors blur my eyes
sight is candy coated
clouds are rich in soft
melting in your hands
the palm that isn’t bought
living in a rainbow
watching sorrow drop
it paints the world alone and grey
candy leaving tooth decay
watching with blurred eyes I see
living in the colors rainbows dream
living in the sorrow
means living well beneath

Snow globe

Outside the glass it grows so cold
looking in gets tired and old
it grows so bitter freezing still
as eyes ice over and sight reveals
inside it seems so warm, inviting
as if the whole world is now shining
so much to be done but nothing for you
outside the glass you are to die soon
the snow on your shoulders
the ice in your eyes
everything glows here
but you’re not inside
where you now sit just looking in
killing you softly with those eyes
you wish you were with us
but you’re outside
and everything inside is warm it glows
and when you finally die inside it will snow