wwjd?

don't worry, be happy.

This is what I am.

Surely this isn’t what it comes down to?

To a feeling like this?

So close

To the end.

I haven’t felt so cold,

For a long time.

So lost

When I was so sure

I knew where I stood.

And now my feet

Have left the ground.

And I am flailing blind.

This grip

Worked lose by pointed words

Is the worst of all.

Finger stretched.

And not to mention this pimpled face.

What stubble grows there?

Just spiked lies

And raw flesh.

And child like thought.

For this is what I am.

Just

A fucking child.

deconstructed mountains < reconstructed range

tinsletown in the rain

Efterklang & The Danish National Chamber Orchestra - Cutting Ice To Snow (live)

twitter poem

using a days worth of tweets.

A major new staging

And my train is delayed

That black has gone blue

Half lit carriage

Black mountain

Water flows through grease

Shadow on the sea

Washed out, faded

No worries

Two heads against a wall

At Tunbridge Wells, Hastings, London & elsewhere

Debate in high definition

Geese on the cricket pitch

Poem, poetic

Alight other side

Hidden sandwich

And a dream about thinking

Naff naff bomber jacket

Pigeon in a cafe

not worry.

Until the night falls through,

My whole

Nestled in you.

I’ve found peace,

Timeless and sweet.

I think it’s the colour of your eyes,

They sink in me,

To no surprise

I am floating,

Lost, staring.

The hint of shape,

Sculpted in dark grained flesh.

I lay,

You lay,

We lay,

I devour.

I need to find my own conclusions,

I’ve lost face

With my delusions.

To what end?

No disquiet.

All rivers flow,

Entwined in the sea,

And we,

Lie in not worry. 

part of the final push.

stolen words, more

from mewithoutYou 'silencer'