BittenQuills

Places past the edges Of people forgotten in memory There are moments in the spaces Frozen In time Sensations: The awareness in all of its many beginnings Consciousness The first kiss of an apple The danger of fire The power of movement The inescapable pull Of Desire The inner voice A mind And its purpose Existence And its cruelty Fear A swift and terrible Realization Of insignificance Of infinity And it's daunting Endlessness Places we curl up in When the brain is At rest That melt away like fog In the glow of each morning Threads spun Gauzy and tremulous Trambling with secrets Revealed in sleep And in e

It burns Ugly whispers filter in from somewhere just behind my eyelids They bleed out near the corners of my eyelids, but fade away before I can catch a glimpse It's difficult When the words won't reach far enough or sound loud enough I scream inside a room of deaf ears, the words bounce off the faces of people who say my name with familiarity It hurts The pit of my stomach yawns wide with an empty bitterness that can never be starved Mouths open to throw their daggers at me leaving holes in this paper shell I inhabit It's lonely Standing on the outside looking in through frosted windows The warm glow from within freezes down to the ve

Darkness calls my name again Whispers softly on my skin Left me here with nothing Think you gave me everything I made a new connection Switching out my eyes Now I see the devastation Of what you said was paradise Tell me to find my way, Say it'll be alright With a broken road to my left And a hole to my right Say it again Tear me apart Tell me again About my heart I dare you.

If I say 'thank you' To two separate people In the same exact manner Does it lessen the gratitude? Should the second person feel as though I've given them a cheap carbon copy Of thanks? I'm sure of the answer in my head But what of outside reality? I believe that perhaps I think myself into awkward moments Like this one Far too often.

"What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the world." – Albert Einstein I think a lot About beginnings I live in a world where the ends justify all Where it's not the journey But the destination that garners the most attention I'm told these things are most important, but Instead I find myself pondering starting lines Wondering aloud of origins and their predecessors What was here before us Before rocks And the molten core of the earth? Before the stars? Even before the universe itself? We can never truly imagine it How can the human mind comprehend True nothingness? Sometimes I feel suffocated

Sitting on the roof, looking for the floor I'm closer to the edge now, God, I hope that there's a floor Find beauty in pain, find warmth in cold rain We built this leaky house ourselves, God, I hope that it don't rain Fill my heart's bags with sand; I'll probly die by your hand But I guess that's what you're here for, Love's a sad and weary man Pack your bags full of feet, you'll need some friends while you sleep Don't let the world forget its promise, God, we all fall asleep We all fall asleep Record spinning in my brain Never ending falling faster Sold into this mess you made Restless footsteps follow after I will never be the same Wall

Standing outside the door to the soul Should I open it I have it in my pocket Try to unlock it The key sticks but soon clicks Grab hold of the knob and pull hard The hinges groan A foreboding sound and I peer through the gap in the jamb Into inky blackness I wedge my shoulder in and push The hinges creak again The door eases open Little by little Soon I am staring Into the darkness- daring Myself to cross the threshold My foot lifts I begin to walk and Slowly the doorway Behind me fades then disappears... And I continue on Hungry for answers within the seeming emptiness.

Words float down over my head Like ashes And fill up my open mouth To capacity Until they tumble out of me Onto paper

She is decadence Encased in silk finery Adorned with sterling and stone Tresses tumble like waterfalls Red stains her lips like wine Or blood Her eyes are a melting pot Warm and dark Deep pooling swirls of coffee and cocoa Fingertips trail like kisses Of fire Burning pathways over my skin I am immersed Overcome by sensation Pleasure An addict Never sated I crave only more As she indulges me Again And again And again.