bursts of orange

"Do they break your heart? Friends, lovers... Even the fleeting ones? Trample around and leave with something that's yours. Tell me how you walk free" Time is the.. Water in which I'll diffuse my feelings for them.. him Watch as what once made me fumble and fold rushes into pale echoes of want Wait for it to waft into reaches unknown until my heart turns clear again *The emotionally unavailable flower child* I've stopped letting them draw blood Now my mourning is selfish, without drama the cuts in me may never fade But I won't have to worry about new ones Because the face of my healing changed She gives back to herself more than the penance she demands *The affectionate emo* **Conversations over wine and tears**

Touch me there As I silence my doubts Reach down and make me yours Show me what we could be How we could be Unplug me and feel me gush for you Let my body say what my mouth won't That I see it too Not just because I'm running down your hand... pooling on the bed... Make me ride your thigh through the slip Watch me rock and crumble Shattering us both Making us honest again That I turn away and nurse the doubt once more.

Somewhere over the Rainbow, Is a graveyard for aching feet chase what you must but not the stray ray that wakes you the fleeting sensory awakening that comforts you The inattentive lover that harms you.

Cross legged, shoes on the ground beside her she stares intently at the sky, "with me friend it's always the same" she breezily explains, "Trouble sleeping only brings dimensions to my lucidity His breath on my back heats my insides How do I tell him I need room? That I am the irony bespoke in char coloured flowers I hope and I ache then shun serendipity I wanted a him before he came Now I want instead both sides of my bed the whole of me and the silence of REM... How do I tell All the hims ?" **Conversations outside and other things**  The Above Average Yearning Heart

He said casually over his chocolate cake "Do you see this glass? Glory is resplendent beauty or magnificence, a distinguished ornament or an object of pride. An object attains glory,  if it serves the purposes intended by its creator anything contrary robs it of this glory In our eyes The cracks in this glass make it inglorious... Because we are aware they were unintended In your eyes The cracks in you make you inglorious... Because you assume they were unintended Struggle as you might you are glorious So leave well enough alone..."   **Conversations over food and other things**  The Agnostic Theologian

We sigh pebbles of regret They trickle down only to be muffled by the carpet of wasted wants Mother always warned they would come Pillagers of youth Muddying eclectic energies She never warned of a lesser self Or she didn't know to So daughters waste away gritty magnificence For the sake of false deities Lie themselves into prosaic emotionality Because the glow frightens them As it was not foretold So daughters walk around dulled A mismatch of dormant and emerging Etheric, Astral and Mental energies Sent forth with no instruction in alignment... No instruction in being their best selves.                                                                ...

In my Doldrum… This shallow of ennui I won’t come ashore until I catch a big wave To him whose demons are cathartic to my own That we may both be awash.