Watch her fall

her fingerprints sliding off the stone walls

her gaze brushing past the backs

that have turned

watching birds as their feet lift off the ground

past the cupcakes and poison ivy

and the dissapearing daffodils

She's falling falling worlds are turning,changing

color is company draining down with her

as memories rush up the walls kissing the soles of her feet

before dying in the sunlight

Now she's talking, laughing, spinning

upside down, swimming around

making angels in the air somersaults

and all the things she could never do

with feet firmly on the ground

the beast plunges deep

and rises like a black phoenix

from the ashes made by your light

that sliced through my shadows

blood is black lava

roaring through my gut 

burning everything in its wake

my heart & my will 

it spills on white sun 

tearing its pure skin 

setting me free 

settling me still 

here i will be

in a place of no eyes

to see my charred skin 

& no ears to hear 

the defeat within 

when 3 pure veins

meet a razor sharp tongue 

everything will come undone 

this curve, this drop

this curse, this kiss

this gentle lift 

this deadly beat 

like sand & stone melting heady 

move or swim  

slow and stop 

jerk to pause 

snap hard

break down 

drown 

everything you can ever feel 

like blood rushing to your head

swarming around you 

engulfing every skin 

drawing you inside

deep within 

digging deep inside a forest 

a sea of black blue green and yellow 

every color 

of our skin 

reflects in the moonlight 

beneath the dense 

over by the lake the pebbles shiver 

in the cold 

as the ripples swoon 

in perfect harmony 

to the sound of a wailing storm 

of minds cut in words 

of love sliced penniless

of paths colored in ink 

uniting nothing, dividing our time 

into lightplays & rain 

this is me

and me is you 

and you is me

and the storm is ours

to hold and to have 

till death do us part

pick out your cloud. 

toes touch the metal cold and warm 

finger tips hold on tight 

eyes closed

abnormal 

beautiful 

swan dive 

into the blue 

stirring the cold 

waking up the leaves

slumber lust left behind

for the love of eyes of wide open

everything she sees

grey and true 

all i can hear is you 

in the ferocity of the wind 

cut loose

falling free

with me 

are you old

old enough 

to know the difference between

a strawberry and a tart 

Are you bold 

bold enough 

to know when to stand up and 

when to give in

with no more 

no more pain or tears

here we go 

on a a wheel round 

and round

every spin, every circle we make

takes us someplace new 

buckleup 

cause this will be unforgettable

the climb we rise 

the peaks we soar 

the lifts and the falls

it flows

so smooth 

watching us from below

the whole world

smiling and crying 

everyone wants to be us. 

we are so new

so crisp so fresh 

nothings gonna touch us

we kiss like pink 

we touch like brown melting into an orange orange sun 

we are inventing everything again 

and wind wont move

and rain wont fall

and touch wont feel 

and lips won't speak 

till the sunshine touches water

and our colors remake the air 

there will be blood

on the hands of those

who deny justice

who fall prey to vile manipulations

& selfish desires 

There will be blood 

on the hands of those

who take away years & years

of hope & hard work 

with a single wicked tear 

There will be blood 

on that hands of those

who blind with morality 

who shatter a ray of light 

with a double edged sword 

there will be blood

you have been warned

lifelong dreams 

tantalizingly close & slipping away fast 

sinking deep into the clutter 

of the things we don't need 

of the people that don't matter 

of illusions of ourselves

of a million pointing fingers 

& role models & doppelgangers  

the words are trapped

by eyes waiting & watching

by tentacles of argument

by conflicts of relevance & beauty 

by too many choices

by too many to please 

No matter how much blood

no matter how many screams

no matter how dark & rich 

the scene becomes

its always the same 

lies wrapped in red lipstick 

nothingness covered in satin sheets 

& real beauty hidden in a cloak of shame