d o s e s

maybe that’s why rationing one’s delusions

makes for a pleasant escape;

in the way that it simply creates reality

just in more ingestible doses

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On the Edge of Faith

tireless nights
on the edge of faith,
plummeting through pages
of a novel;
a torn one that
should have ended long ago
with scribbles of sharp tongue
often smearing their way
across and within lines
shaking through the mind
and in the vein
as if desperately adding
more to a story
that was never more
than a vain whisper

Knocked Off Balance

blinking lights
centre knocked over
shedding skin
zephyr enhanced
glass deceiving
cease settlement
circular close
misplaced vector
hypnotic
sieving
off balance
misplaced
wasted
believe not
foresee the warning signs
livid expulsion
to cream the devout
vague in memory
shift, recreate
shift,
destroy.

Life’s been too difficult lately.
-K

Forest

The forest was calling your name
whispering
in stricken syllables,
each letter
with a brave echo to it
fearlessly reverberating
off and through
walls and marble
silver and rubble
as if all of them
were no longer resoundingly different;
that in your entangled hitherto
of disaster, beauty and wonder
in a voice that would pull
the most comfortable all asunder
whether dazzling or dull
the wicked into flame
all would be dust around you
they would now only be same.

Inspired by the song Forest by Amberhill. 

Link to the track: https://open.spotify.com/album/5OLDQcR7FHgRa9fvmNCMXC

Whisper

a seething whisper; drifting with petals

brandished with lilac, passionately

heeding continuum through and through

as steadfast, sanely, quiet sorrows

will collapse into the winter

for this

is the only way, the single path

to tread ceaselessly

to turn the petals on our part

to blood in our hearts

Runaways

the wood is barely empty

it sings with a certain
crescendo; one that highs
and lows
and all the goes that
go in between, around
and about
with trickling drops
of tainted stops
and dissolved tears
and shallow sweat
sauntering through
the grooves and
heels that beat to
a lopsided rhythm,
shots at the night
in a parallel hysteria
to be and to ignite;
in tracks and
paths under a notion;

that we’re more than just runaways