You act like

we're one small happy tree 

can you even see

out of those rose coloured glasses

you wear to protect your bubble?

they've clouded up

over the years

rotting bark

and you

you silly sod

think that I

am a part

of your domestic fantasy?

I am no more a part of you 

than I am of a fish

yet you STILL paint your expectations 

on my flesh 

and act surprised 

when I shower everyday

take your damn specs

and shove them down your throat

maybe your words 

can be rose coloured too

Torn from angers cloth

I wipe my face 

dripping blood

as a solution

to clean 

the raging agony spilling 

from my eyes

weak solvent 

bleach is of the past

I cleanse with red longing

and dry with the hollowness

of my cries

take what you will

the floor will be scrubbed

remove your hope I can't reach

I'm done

but if you return

take off your words

the floor is easily stained 

and some stains

never come out  

My feet are cracked

thoughts stark whacked

with no hope to snack

I search for you

Why must we walk

if all of the talk

surrounds those who hawk

the lowly shufflers 

My steps are off

and yeah they scoff

at my steps trip cough

you see I didn't always stand 

Offend and take offense

I need my feet to clear this fence 

no more am I here for recompense 

but still you feel I owe you

My feet will always move

in jagged curve and groove 

be it claw paw or hoof

I'll be making my way to you

You tie me like a memory

but choke me with the knots 

you seek to tear me ribbons tea

I drink but can't taste thoughts 

I wish to tamper you with words

but these I know won't cast

a net to catch and dice you in thirds

one per every slash and fast

Cry but not with tears I trust

my eyes are dry fake water works

although for salt my eyes still lust

at least to showcase my empty thirst 

I'm taken my head but my feet

will stay upon the passive shore 

and once your torture is complete

I won't need these straps anymore  

A key in my pocket 

I begged the sky to lock it

away from my hand 

so I just slip it in a fabric pouch 

forgotten door

No matter the distance

or road gentle instance 

on ice I'll side still 

mashed potato walkway 

steady legs are lying 

A felt a sharp tug 

within me a drug

won't wear off I've tried

I need another dose

my blood won't be silent 

Imagined oasis 

built on false basis

I climb yet I fall

this boomerang cell

endless dripping

To door I return

and life I've now learned

is made of glass bars

of what shall I choose broken

regardless I'll bleed 

Just a tiny drip

A seamless envied rip

reality is tasteless 

and I can't stop the trip

Dangle from a tree branch

no earth for normal's slow dance 

my feet are tapping clouds

soul trapped in sky's entrance 

Get me the hell down

why'd you let me drown?

who untied my tethers?

I guess I'll ask around 

I wish this was my Neverland 

but all I see is misty sand  

itchy holes inside my shoes

no more can I on solid stand  

Bubbled angst

that coils within

demanding payment 

for starving sin

Tangled love

for pen danced forms 

creating life 

and breaking norms

Listen to me

the ticking dragonfly

buried deep

in gut awry

Beneath the hell

there sleeps a soul

just begging you

to write them full 

A thirsting cry

that screams "Relay!

I won't leave 

till words display

Lest waking hours

blur the thoughts

that toiled moments

starved poetry sought

While those who sleep

rename their dreams

all I ask 

is a penman's scheme

Don't let me die

don't let me rest

till your poetry 

has bridged the crest 

A moment, two

and I'll be gone

what words will my voice

be walking on?"

Why can't I leave it just to glide

across my life and I just watch

or just to float on ageless guide

a healthy oar but no I botch

It streams across and I just bat

I play with it and sit unwell

it takes a choir to sing just that

or stronger soul to ward off hell

To mine and my own I am never full

I stare aghast at invisible scar

deformed by me when time is dull

or when I'm tested by life thus far

"No not that. Nor that!" I drone

unkempt by many a number of reasons

but who am I to say what I own

if all my marks are left stone freezing

Supposing if I took to heart

all the things I've written up since

would I finally know that my part

to ruin would slowly tear me evince

Two people walked

from one I came

I awoke and yearned for a feathered flame

and yet from one my heart was slain

how can you even say my name?

I'm praying to the ceiling 

searching for my meaning

on floating words my murmurs go

for help though hearts unfeeling

To whom do I owe sorrow

to furnish my tomorrow

today was rough and quite enough

but hope again I must borrow

I laugh and wait

anticipate 

for lighter days with softer blaze

where sorrow dies and pain is past date 

Alas the push becomes a shove

and ground I meet with often's love

the dirt I taste I spit with haste

until its gone and never thought of

I'm praying to the ceiling 

with smiling face concealing

my thoughts that fester with pain scraping bane 

awaiting hope's light to shatter the screaming