Need Faith
Fall
Just fall.
There's nothing behind you.
No one there.
No supports
or balance beams.
Don't turn back
because that'll
Just make the fall even harder.
Can't Breathe
Red.
A suffocating red.
Breathing down your throat.
Edging you to lick the blood.
A tiny speck, visible in front of you.
Your body is clean, but without a doubt,
it is clear the red has poisoned it.
And then a moment passes.
Your mind overwhelms your body.
Everything is what you can't see.
Your thoughts recollect.
And you see black.
Black, black, everywhere black.
The pressure rises,
but your breath is still.
For what is in front of you,
is nothing but unclear.
Scared
I cannot move.
Even my ties are tied.
I push and pull,
but the shackles hold.
My gaze falls down.
To see nothing but my tarnished, burnt fists.
Panic runs through me.
I jump, I shout, I try to push my body off the ground.
My legs are unusually still, but laced with nothing.
And no pain surges through them.
My surroundings are odd.
Pysachadelic, like at the end of a kaidescope.
No one I even mildly recognize in sight.
Nothing I want or need in arms-length touch.
A fantasy.
A world of paradise,
That all seemed like a dream.
All lies.
Everything reachable is just unreachable.
Shades
Shades
Can be a truly, wonderful thing.
It's whether colors can be as well.
The marigold of a sunflower.
It represents perhaps,
the bursting bubbles in a lava pit, waiting to
be popped by someone falling to their death.
But also,
the endless happiness and joy that one should
experience, if not every, most of the days
in their life.
The ripeness of a grapefruit.
Covered by a bright orange skin and pink
insides.
Embodying society's ideas
of proper gender-normal
colors.
The burntness of a patty.
It expresses perhaps,
all the warm memories of a hot piping
chocolate by the fire,
or maybe,
the bleakness in the depths of every body,
displaying itself when it wants to.
Lost
In all directions,
leaves are found nowhere.
The trees are nude.
With their clothes all blown away.
Cars every where have changed shape,
their shine and rust ruined.
They are immovable and malleable.
And their body parts are shedding.
Houses unfunctional.
Every single wire is cut.
Wood, brick, concrete constantly falling.
No more.
No one in sight.
Simple
Quick
Easy
Wiping your hands of everything
Does not do justice.
Taking the shortcut
Is nearly never as grueling,
But supposedly stressing is
An integral part of achieving goals.
A weird feeling (unfinished)
His eyes are darting here and there.
Cold and lone.
You see bursts of black, black, and black
with a tiny glimpse of blue,
and a pop of green
and even a ray of bursting yellow.
You see the exotic combination
as he looks up.
His lips are dark red.
As dry as a desert.
Another Boy one
His dark brown eyes,
so velvety and chocolatey.
His dark red lips,
slowly turning pink from all the extra
Chapstick he applied.
His eyebrows are bushy like mine,
and his eyelashes are breathtakingly longer.
His hands are playful,
squeezing my thighs and holding my waist.
His blazer is on fire,
All red and orange with the stench of his cigarettes.
His pants are short,
The cuffs touching his kneecaps.
His face tilts in,
and in my head,
all I see is him
and all I feel is the burning desire I have for him to grab me
and push me against the wall.
