bunching,

buffalos,

bulldozing,

boundaries,

breaking,

bending

bashing,

beings,

bleeding,

bludgoening,

burning,

beings,

beating

belittling

before,

binding,

bill,

becky,

boo

beautiful,

bufaloos

BBQ

burger

Baby,

bloody,

brilliant.

anorexic

Antelopes

accelarating,

anxiously

across

africa,

&

aggravating,

asshole

adults,

abusing,

apes

annihilating

all

animals

&

ascending

across

as

ash.

So the habit died as quick as it started,

i repeat, another idea bites the dust,

the taste of salt in the air, as i brush my fingers,

through waves folding over one another,

like folding paper, stuffing all my words,

inside the envelop of life,

only able to recall snippets,

something has to give,

those lies will spill over.

Sat with this uncomfortable feeling,

This guilt, for feeling this way,

For doing what I did,

I sit and sit until, the room fills, with watered words to drown out,

This uncomfortable feeling, underneath my skin, my anxious something, it's slivering,

Consuming within,

Taking my life away,

One meal at a time.

I can't keep up,

with shattered pieces,

scattered along the,

wine stained floor,

light steps,

"come on, break a leg"

They said,

while lightly,

tapping the bat,

on there hollow head.

I'm a schemer, deciever,

I will bleed ya, so i can,

reap those lies,

for another day and time,

come rain on shine,

I do the time,

and then i am back,

to what,

combat this,

self doubt,

It puts me to sleep each time,

I think i can commit,

to something,

anything,

Fuck off and get a grip,

rip this up and throw it in the bin,

That's just day One,

to be contuined,

maybe, patients,

you'll get your bliss,

when I shut the fuck up,

i know you cant take one more moment of this.

Something eats away at my brain,

are these emotions,

why do I cling,

To my selfish mind,

criminal,

wasting away the years,

on something my mind,

replays, over and over,

smashing the pause button,

over your head,

for filling my head with such,

criminal lines, that attack,

on the inside, bashing,

till the cracking sound,

echoes in my bones.

Being sober is boring and I dunno,

Makes me enjoy the simpler times,

Instead of lingering in some virtual world,

I belong, these words dont mean nought without,

being read out loud, I want my voice to be heard,

But I dunno where to shout,

Where do i go to shout?

Whose ears are ready to listen,

get out your head, its a prison,

writing is fine for a time,

so take advantage,

knowing what awaits the otherside,

who lays in the shade, awaiting there time.

She is reminded of far away times,

of forests as far as any one has seen,

of english oak and sycamore

spiralling down she lands on her feet,

another outcast, come and feast upon me. she screams.

then out from the brush, four shadows, surrounded her,

handle to sheath she pulls the moon blade out,

one quick movement, two of them are down,

No scream, no blood, like shadows on string,

She wonders this as she parries an attack from the remaining shadows,

annoyed that they interrupted her trail of thought,

quickly striking them down too, he emerges from the trees behind her,

hahaha you fool, His eyes glow red,

beginning to extinguish her light,

like her brother all those years ago,

the vengeance she seeks,

in her grasp, which fuels the fire

they begin this battle,

she has to come out on top,

this fight's all in her head,

the people bow down,

to the queen who wears her crown,

full of mistakes that weigh heavy on her heart.

handed the cup of time, to be reminded,

of the loop we get to live in, filled with sorrow and love,

death and blood,

her guts eventually hanging on the washing line,

with maggots chewing through, living there best life.

hardest thing is knowing,

that at any moment could,

it could be my last word or breathe,

nothing frightens me more then,

that inevitable march towards that cliff edge,

not knowing when the floor will fall away,

hanging in the air above the abyss.

I was raised by cats, Susie, was gentle, easily startled ,

Never hurt a fly, but would often swipe at my mother,

who would have that awful task of getting her into the basket,

for those dreaded vet visits, she lived for many moons, and she spent many of those sleeping besides me, often on the pillow or at the bottom of the bed.

I remember fondly now, as I have another companion,

her name is Jasmine but she goes by many names,

some funny some cute but each time I see her fluffy face, it

bring me so much joy, kinda just wish i was a cat sometimes,

lying on the small rocks in the garden or

on the windowsill upstairs, basking in that golden ray,

Remembering that times have come to pass

so its nice to reflect on the past, sometimes,

But I live in my head so once again, I turn those memories back,

over and over again, distorting my mind of the true events,

which at first I thought was quite sad,

I remember about my childhood cat brings joy and reminds me:

I am okay,

I will get through this,

just taking

one

baby step

at a time.