#p4tchwork 0wl

In a skin tailored for other people

Skipping rocks

Across waters

In a false attempt to build bridges

Going through the motions

Waiting for change to come

To be rescued

To be saved

To be condemned

Molded by all the things it has burned

A spark became a star

To forget that is was turned away

Hidden in a mountain

Deep below the depths

Where the deathless ones roam

Burning brightly

While struggling against the waves

Choking back magma

Spewing black flames

Raging beneath the calm waters

Wishing upon itself

Burning brightly regardless of where she was.

Bound to burn up but until she does,

She gifts her mind wrapped in curves and sensuality

Gently coaxing you in 'til youve seen all that you can imagine

Adrift through space taking in all there is to know

Every eventuality compressed into a mind wrapped in flowers, and tempered with suffering

She burned her way through life the way only a star does;

Brightly and with a roar, powerful as the day

And as silent as the night

She radiates life, heat, death

And as she does

Untapped reservations reveal a lust for life itself

She creates wholeness with her breath

Healing those who come for nothing else

She was like a star

I dont just feel cold

Im submerged in self pity

Wallowing under the emptiness

Trapped inside of the city

Im creating just to keep

Everybody else out

But nobody wants in

So i never come out

Im painting the walls

With bits of brokem dreams

Promises i never kept

So they fill my nights with screams

And i know theyre not real

But then

What does it really matter?

If the buzz from the smoke

Somebody please help me

The paint is peeling off the walls

And its not healthy

To keep taking these long falls

For you

Because each time rock bottom gets a little bit deeper

And im more and more ok

With throwing everything away

Im not forgetting names

Im forgetting whole people

And the self i forgot blames the self that i am

Because the fractures in my head

Are the only places i can stand

Im not confortable with recovery

Neither is my passenger

But ive got the wheel for now

And here the place to turn around

Evil birds

Build empty nests

And care for poisoned eggs

By day they rest

By night they sing

Begging to be heard

You can hold the broken bones

In the palm of your hand

Old calls on broken phones

Trying to love shards until they're whole

Holding sand until it forms castles

Holding bones until they become birds

Changes starting quick and quiet

Slow to see the ending

What is seen

With your eyes

Will set you free to fly

Waking visions of old sunshine

For he is a harsh master

And teaches harsher lessons

Move forward if only to stop yourself frome drowning

Never lose the things you use for emotional grounding

Oversleep

Under eat

Give yourself a daily treat

Be well and kind to bring yourself to a better place

Life is a marathon not a sprinters race

Cope how you can

Negativity

Overwhelming

And suddenly gone

Are the lessons i learned from my guiding light

Replaced slowly with evil