bursts of orange

I find senselessness in the judgement of the layers... those that live on their backs It does not instantly invoke misery from that place my femininity lives Nor measures of wastefulness from embedded social neuroses It seems that my transitions happen in my laying down Somewhere in ceilings are the maps of my life Embedded in walls are the stacked cards In trailing sheets... Dented pillows... Bunched up duvets... I find the complicated dancing that turns thoughts into reality The freeing two step that guides her as she emerges from our laying down To a spring that has sprung just for us .

# BlackBeforeBurstsofOrange Your bitterness reaches into me in threadlike waves... Feeling around in my mind like antennae seeking out the weakness and fear, poking and prodding with fierce decision How can I battle an evil that rings such truth? Truth that lies beneath the scab of my seemingly fresh wounds, wounds once gaping tearing my insides with the intensity of their pain You seek to open them anew Awaken the void beneath them so it may swallow me whole and regurgitate me covered in bitterness and hate Bring back what once was... Throw away years of patchwork and seasons of re layering heaping myself in a stable facade Isn't it enough that no one sees me through the murk? Your bitterness reaches into me in threadlike waves... weaving in and out of  my subconscious leaving wispy emotion evoking thoughts in their wake thoughts and emotions that bring me to the point of ripping the scabs off myself The void may consume me but in chaos there is the calm of ...

Is where you are better for you? Where coloured sand bejewels the breeze Softly whipping through the air Whispering "I acknowledge your soul and I will carry it for you to summers beyond" To which you drop down Free to embody captured gusts of kinfolk and live anew

Are you like me? Cutting yourself with pieces of experience Pieces of eternal silence Wielding bloody bits of your twenties to make patterns for remembrance Vain and selfish strokes but like me, you pray real Or is where you are better for you?

The juices that i drip, like shadow on brick Seen but not felt Are you like me? Leaving organs on the pavement Let them use them to sound happiness lilting cadences of living Spray painting pulses on the wall See them connect the static to need Sparking voltages of survival But they walk by Leaving glances and sighs Stealing impressions and feelings But they walk by... The Juices that I drip, like shadow on brick Seen but not felt. Are you like me?

Studies of woven patterns Knitted into the grain of my quarter life count my rings Opaque Proud Conceited

The ever No mind Adventure weaver Human reefer Eternal seeker Missed Forever