naughtylovekitten22

Lifting at corners edge, coming undone at my seam. All that I thought I knew, now I don't know what it means. I contemplate the fraying, the shadow I cast is all torn. This body I wear has grown heavy, my soul is a tangle and worn. Breathing becomes a point of focus, Taking each gasp timed in sighs, Lungs full of tears now drowning.  Whispers replace all my cries.

Well little birdy as you sit upon my head, I can not make a home for you till I am good and dead

I'm slipping into the bath, Basking in warm waters, Changing my very being, Washing away my old self, My old way of perceiving this world, I'll be slipping out of this skin too, freeing who I am...

A heart? Well what's that? An organ in your chest,  or a monster who is insatiable and seems to never rest! Beating every second,  making it's demands. Pushing me and pulling me,        slipping through my hands.

That's alright, It's okay,   My demons are just taking a break. Like I'm taking one from life, I don't say this to start a fight. However clever my words may seem, you'll never agree. You won't meet me in the middle, not even at the start, my walls are crumbling like an old facade, hands shaking in my pockets, I'm passively, Passivley falling apart Oh here I go again you say, in a silent rage, All I wanna do is clarify,  exactly Why? Night creeps in slowly, we are still fumes and fragile hearts, worlds' apart. When we touch each other it's like two mannequin lovers...  Empty air You won't meet me in the middle, Not even at the start,

I don't particularly care for this planet or the human species that resides upon it. Stuck in a perpetual stasis, a spinning wheel of naive ignorance. A phrase amongst them ignorance is "Bliss", how foretelling. Their lives are a silly sort of masquerade ball, what secrets beneath, what unspoken, misunderstood truths, these, lie hidden.   Underneath the many changing faces, they almost refuse to know. Acceptance of the mundane, of the disdain,   of the tragic slow chaos is of no.   consequence to them. They revel in it, they drink it up. Arguments of things beyond their comphrension as if they've figured it out is a normality.   Dragg

I am crumbling away, far off and distant, I reach out as my hand slowly disintegrates. My form effortlessly transmute into vapor, beginning at my many cracks. I can't use tape to piece me together, I can't use glue, I tried using common sense, hopefullness.. They were working towards their end as soon as I put them into play. Apparently I opted out of a warranty, go figure. So shapeless I shift, from this direction to that. No plan c, d, e, No place aside from Desperation, Daydreams,      Confusion. Maybe I'm what you see, Maybe I am merely a mirage

I read and write poetry because it is in every one of my cells to do so. It is my passion, the very reason for my existence To bring life to words, so that people will think a little broader, feel a bit more