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it rushes over me a gust of tumbling objects protestations and pinheads straining the rainbow stitches that pin my soul together a stabbing suggestion complete with kiwi and tangerine and words i dont quite understand hurtle towards me uncertainty bleaches the threads binding me together thoughts overwhelm red coals and sweatpants bits of cloth and ruby dust are sprinkled across my mindscape a crack appears a spark ignites bits of fluff camo teddies and orange bubbles a gaping hole a devouring empty mouth it occurs to me that i have lost everything the black whirlwind that speeds across the landscape shreds everything but from the pu

Rage I can See it in your eyes, Feel it piercing my soul, Taste it Bitter, on my tongue. And yet you stand- Unmoving, Motionless, Frozen stiff with fury. Somehow It's worse than when you Rage and yell, Lecture and enounciate. Because then, It is only meaningless articulation. Now, You truly feel it. The loathing, the anger. And I can see it. Your eyes, they say it. Everything. Accusing and sad, They say: "I'm disappointed in you."

Before the light, There was dark, She whispers. Where there is light, Darkness always follows, He hisses. Even in the purest heart, There are shadows of darkness, It murmurs. It would be so easy, So nice to just fall, They sigh. One day I find That I've fallen. And I have to say... It's perfectly corrupted.

Imagination is Delicate white candy floss clouds, Crisp green forests no-one's ever seen, A blazing sun rising over a frostbitten world. Imagination is Wishing for things you know you'll never have, Seeing things that will never exist, Feeling things that no-one else will ever feel. Imagination is Twisted black hands wrapping around your neck, Skeletons stalking you through a misty forest, Ghouls ripping out your soul by twilight. Imagination is People long gone still lingering in your dreams, Photographed memories coming to life An old teddy bear that sings you to sleep. But above all, Imagination is The essence of my ve

You're angry Understatement Livid Shaking with fury I'm speechless You lecture Enounciate Articulate "I gave you Everything" You say I disappointed you I don't want To meet your eyes "I judged you wrong" I stand straighter I look up And bite my lip I'm ready To be judged again Your eyes Pierce my heart X-ray my soul Dissect me Your eyes darken Cold and hating The verdict approaches I'm dying inside "You are not the person I thought you were." Guilty My execution awaits

On the menu tonight, You'll find my heart. Would you like it served With a poison dart? Perhaps you'll enjoy it On a silver platter Eat it bit by bit. Delicious? Don't flatter. Would you like it Hot or spicy, Or bitter or sweet? Grilled or roasted, Fit to eat? Go ahead, just ask, be bold... But if you ask me, It's best served cold.

What's my street like, do you ask? Well, I could bottle it up in a flask... Just a pinch of cold and touch of silence Plus a ricketty row of paddle pop sticks (My mum calls them fences though.) The road is a twisted black ribbon Speckled with white lines. The night sky; a black curtain With holes, where the light shines though. And there's an empty little playground Where the swing sometimes moves By itself, creaking like an unoiled gate. I could probably squeeze it all together, Shove it in a bottle and tie it with a ribbon. But really? It's just an ordinary street, With an overly imaginative occupant.

Tippity tap, tippity tap, Don't stop, it's a trap. Clickity clack, clickity clack, Too much work, stay on track. Metalwork, plastic parts, What are these things you call hearts? Bottomless pit, endless hole, Go ahead, sell your soul. Press your buttons, click your mouse, Day and night, inside your house. Fall into the darkest hell, Molten metal forms a shell. Turning cogs, moving gears, This is what I truly fear. Motorized, computerised, Humanity's fate before our eyes.

Snowflakes Adorn the frigid pathway Grace the frostbitten door Flutter in the frozen air Like pristine butterflies So flawless, so cold. Glacial winds Frost the chilled windows Caress the freezing trees Lace the artic breezes Like fine ribbons of ice So exquisite, so cold. My heart Is draped in subzero chains Wrapped in numbing tendrils Encased in a frosty cage Like an alien, locked in a foreign world. Eternal, everlasting And so, so cold.

Musings...What are musings? They trace along your mind Fluttering on the borderline Of subconscious and conscious. They invade your mind At the most inopportune moments. On the edge of sleep Amidst impossible imaginings. They demand attention Once in a while. They demand to be put on paper. They order the tasks execution. They won't leave you alone. Not until you do. And sometimes, musings seem Somewhat unfinished Like this