PhantomFrailty

It ends. shallow shores dry up then drain all life and i'm angry, i'm gone spread out and sporadic grieving and grey the trauma tore my tearducts but i cannot cry, i can only lie and grow colder by the second since september wrote the wreckage on the wall, in the hall, in my head and the house where dead flowers bloom red how is this better? summer was a summit to which i tumbled up and over rolling along and right off of a cliff as down in the dark i descend and rescind every inch or old echo of whatever i used to be these aisles are emptied out and i follow in fragments the path that was purchased by an action i'm not sure who took bu

i need a long walk through every cloud in the sky i need to spend a day in the core of the earth take a train through the traffic that clutters my heart diving so deep that i finally drown she might be enough to drive me out of my mind i want to stare at the ceiling till i laugh like a child her words form before me and dangle above hanging like fruits i'm too fearful to touch so i turn on my side and i wonder how long something so lovely could last in my life wasting each hour i await her return gathering feathers that fall from the wall can she tell when i try to take care where i tread? can she tell i trace circles round moments to trea

my mind is filled to the brim with you i keep trying to pour you out but the rainfall's relentless and the flood is where i flow

the flutter you bring me lifts me up to the stars i settle in the skyline, home at long last hugging my knees to my childish chest and i wish you could glimpse me from way down there but the distance is dreary, and it might be too much to ask... you came like a firework, echoing out backwards and forwards through time and space your radius struck me years in advance didn't it? i think i heard you in a seashell, somewhere sometime... there are galaxies forming wherever i go connections established between people unknown sometimes i feel like i stand at some center but the eye of the storm is the emptiest room i won't say i miss you, but the

i can look into someone and tell what they are spend a moment within them, and say what i see as softly i smile, imparting, empathetic and they leave having learned a little thing about them do they ever look at me? i spent the day roaming the streets of a city on feet that existed somewhere else the whole time because really i can't seem to care for this life i'm always in the future, and the now is out of joint i was never meant to blend convincing myself that i'll be confident today reveal how i feel, and meet someone's gaze but my mind goes blank when i step out the door the sunlight bleaches my memory i'm a slate of cold steel but

lay your hand on my cheek and tell me - am i cold?

i seek you having faith that i'll find you whoever you are, the echo travels toward me a firework beacon that shatters the clouds a cry for help and something else but the daylight obscures you - is that what i'm missing? a colorless contrast to set you against? i'm trying to figure this out paralytic particles have crept beneath my skin i'm fixed in this spot, awaiting uncertain and somewhere there are footsteps as i stare in a silver pool rippling distorted, an ugly image with eyes that seem so sad i ought to go... i shouldn't stay... but a form is drawing nearer and a shape is growing clearer and i still don't understand why i'm waitin

you say that we're late that wonderland waits i don't know what to take would you please pack the case? you say we have no time we've lived too many lies and now that needs to die so wave that world goodbye you say we'll be there soon it's after the afternoon our songs are out of tune but i love to hear you croon you say we're almost there the ache is hard to bear i don't know what to wear would you please fix up my hair? you say it looks just fine and now we have arrived when you lift me i feel light turns out the rabbit's right

dribbles of mist run up my arms i haven't seen the summer for a day it cools in my collarbone tricking my trachea there's a voice in my veins it laughs at my ligaments attaches to my ankle and sweeps me off my feet floating as i fall the vessel i inhabit doesn't fit me very well too loose or too tight, it scrapes and chafes a swollen lip is caught aflame i can taste the season, here in my mouth but this body is alien or am i an immigrant? sometimes it feels like i'm haunting myself a ghost in my own machine

your scent's an incentive i inhale in the hopes of knowing that you'll rush to my brain and simmer the circuits to a boil i can look in your eyes and love for that alone i don't need to speak, though my lips may part it's the second we stare inside each other for a moment, that connects us and should this moment pass you by i'm sorry i couldn't say it but as long as your scent still lingers on the air somehow i can love you