Words long forgotten stain parchment
Statues are frozen and neatly positioned on card
Items are engraved with memories written in invisible ink that only I can see
A hallway of magic mirrors surrounds me
And feelings float in air
They linger in each breath sucked in
With a taste so bitter sweet
No one else in the world is feeling exactly what I feel now
I know that to be true
Makes me feel special
Yet cursed
Something only nostalgia can do

earth hangs on nothing
A ball, like a pendulum
it rocks back and forth 

His eyes are red
His body tired
His mind troubled
He’s sleeping on knives

He feels betrayed
He feels insignificant
Yet he feels understood
Yet he feels significant

He looks into mirrors
He sees their reflection
He sees his and her reflection
He doesn’t understand
Why he sees a reflection at all 

He tries again to sleep
His body tired
His mind troubled
Sleeping on knives

thinkcache:

I fix the broken
Even when it doesn’t want fixing
I put the plasters on the scars
The tape on the detached
I’m the kisser of wounds
The grease between the cogs
I’m the can of oil
On the side of the road
Discarded
Yet not empty.

People inspect my shell
When really I’m silently screaming them to inspect my soul
And the only one to whom I gave scalpels and light
Is now another shadow
In the darkness of this life
I wish to tell her more
And tell her my love is still pure
I’m like the omnipresent wind that she so often ignores
I’m in survival mode and hiding from a predator
That I so much adore
I wish she would just devour me
So my feet can once again know the floor

when did our chests become tunnels for hate?
when did we go from rubbing our soft bodies together
to rubbing our faces against sand?
when did our voices stop entering each others ears as music and start entering as knives?
when did our actions stop bouncing bullets of each other and instead create wounds?
when did we start to wrestle with words rather than fuse them together?

tears of acid no longer rain down my face
i’ve swallowed all those words i’ve regretted
i’ve rewinded and taped over the bad bits
i’ve burnt the leech on my heart
yet i’m aware that your presence will always remain

We are the calming sea
Together we’ll get our boat to shore
Just dance in all the waves with me
Let us share our dreams and more

Make things
Make things better

The things you make are always beautiful
They make the world around it beautiful
Your a sun in the darkest most corrupt corners of this planet
The world needs people like you
So please stop destroying all the beauty that spills from your fingers

Make things better
You’re always improving
Your talent forever grows
Your a sunflower that will one day touch the sun
Please don’t give up when you feel the heat

Make friends
Make better friends
Make the best friends
Stop destroying friendships over petty things
We’re an imperfect race so please give us some space

Make people happy
You can make everyone with your touch happy
They’ll make others happy
It’s the best chain reaction that exists in this world
Your like Midas only in control
Please be more generous with your golden touch

Make changes
Makes wishes
Make belief in yourself
Make
Make again
Make the happiness you deserve
You’re a maker
Please don’t pretend to be a breaker 

About the last 5 months and the people I have crossed paths with

At the dawn of a new year for me
I was cast out to sea 

An oracle from a distant past
His time had come to guide my raft

With it I capsized in lands far away
A wise man about love and friendship had much to say

He led me to a gypsy guide
It was her who made me come alive

She gave me foundations for a new raft
It was because of her I took a very different path

In my journey I picked up stragglers from the tides
It was thanks to them I could bear the ride

One in particular was like an unfed soil
Through nutrients of friendship to each other we became quite loyal

The lighthouse then led this tired boat to shore
The lighthouse was the catalyst for so much more

An old acquaintance took me in
Dried my soaked body and became my close friend

Through him I met a sun that filled the dark void in my sky
A wind that helped me knock down forests so I could fly

As I explored I met shadows from my long forgotten past
I played in the twilight snuggling in laughs

Incense filled my nostrils daily awaking me from spells
Senses awakened me when from deep enchanting wells

Music, books, braille, cultures, laughter, perspective
So many people were positively infective

I met people who opened me to worlds I’d never before made sight
The simplest of smiles brightened otherwise cloudy miserable hours of light

Then the sea it called for me once again
I am alive and well with the strength of many men

I say goodbye to these people in my island as a nomad who will continue to roam this Earth
Until rendezvous within this life or one day as one amongst the turf

She cycled into the distance enveloped by the horizon out of my life like so many people have done so before

Words jump off pages
Teleporting the past to the now
In a way a photo never could
As photos tend to lie
Yet words on paper they never die
Words are more informed in what they know
Much much more than any photo could show
Photos age so fast
But the feelings in words
They tend to last