Owllog

Going for a ride

I dip into the astral mesh
Meditative altered stress
Deep mind, black hole swimming
Void space, swallow whole living
Dark desire, pockets made of flesh
Outlook rotten, cold wind fresh
Black obsidian sucks my brain
Allow the flow to the astral plane
Esoteric, melting grimoire pages
Counting flesh lines, while he ages
Watch the hours on the wall ticking past
Wonders which moment will be his last
Ambient waves of darkness crash
Reminds him of his haunted past
The future endless, abyss eternal
Dark mind state, it's all internal
Move towards and up to light
Someday soon, but not tonight

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Strike the match, eternal flame bursts
Soak the musty rooms with smoke
As you call to the astral world
Hauntings from shadow worlds from the night before
Seem to fade like the Doppler effect into mute closets
The next night as the moon rises and fills the sky
With static white haze and ambient cloakings
There is less chaotic energy in the darkness
And a sudden silence of the rooms
Fills your eyes with wonder
And calms your soul

dust end

They wasted their last nights on the planet
Drinking away their pain and endless sadness
Distant dust falling through the sky
Creating wisps of music to the ears of humans
The atmosphere was filling with dust quickly
She spent most of her life waiting to be swept off her feet
She waited to wear that perfect dress she bought
She always wanted to save her perfect moments
For the natural time in which they would happen
But there was no natural time anymore
Each waking moment was a slice of glass on the inside of a lung
Each second of life felt like years of pain and suffering
Balls of chalk and dust built up at the corners of her eye sockets
She wanted to cry and show her lover that she felt something
But the liquid soaked into the dust and was forgotten
A fine powder coated all of the houses and cars
The whole colourful world turned to a shade of yellow
The thin yellow dust film collects on her eyeballs
As her body hangs in freeze frame
Reaching out
Towards the last person she ever loved
Towards the last person she ever saw

starchild

An owl watches from a nearby tree
Eyes wide and focused on the movement
As a purple portal opens in a dark forest
And from an astral world she appeared
Unsure how she arrived, but glad that she did
A moment in space, she floats above time
She created a body to inhabit
It's outer shell more ravishing than the sun
As it pours heat into the petals of flowers
And calms them after a horrifying night with the moon
Her statuesque form as fluid as water
She pours herself into the life of someone
Filling his eyes with mystic wonder as he gazes in her direction
He can tell she is something both wonderful and strange
She approaches him and speaks with an angelic voice
Time is a flat dimension and her words break space-time
They travel forward together within a timeline
Holding hands as if not get lost or separated from each other
Two warm bodies, share their teeth with each other
Their hands clasp together still, in a rusting car from 2004
They're driving somewhere, but they don't know where
Sky tears flickering downward from the clouds
On the metal and glass surrounding them
The woman watches the man driving
As the street lights and headlights of other cars caress his face
Hiding him in shadow one second
And allowing him to shine the next
They park the car in a parking lot and sit for a moment
The car is warm inside and the engine gets shut off
The ambient silence rings in the space they occupy
Miles Davis plays the trumpet for them
While an intense rain scatters on the car roof outside
They embrace each others lips and bodies
Sucking the warmth out of the air to fill their bodies
The warmth of the car slowly fades to a crisp air
Ice crystals begin to form on their eyelashes
As they kiss each other, their breath flows together
Dancing in the chilled air around their heads
Then disappearing into the shadows inside the car
"Where did you come from?" She asks him.
"Where did you come from?" He asks her.
She was making his heart skip a beat
Like rain on windshields when you drive under a bridge
A jolt of joy, silence of the mind, a calmness
A meditative cloud aura that consumes the dark parts of your being
Smothers them with affection until they rot and dissolve away
The two sat inside the car hands still together, frozen in ice now
Their eyes locked, gazing into each others view
Warming their cores with emotions still unspoken
Their chests begin glowing purple
As transparent astral appendages move forth from their bodies
Meeting between them forming a connection
An explosion of purple light fills the car and the two disappear
The start of something beautiful, from a world beyond our own
Yet here we are in the physical, made of flesh and bone
Your hands are so soft and the dark contrasts mine
I'll lay with you in ecstasy and softly caress your spine
Stare into your eyes and lean in to kiss your lips
Travel to the future, so we can fly in rocket ships.

Twitching In sunlight

A collection of poems and other writing from 2013 - 2017.

broken muscles

He sits and stares at a blank page
A blank text document yet to be printed
His hands cramp up at age 27
They are almost useless now
Doctors said it was nothing, run it under some hot water
Will this be my chronic pain?
Will this be why I get addicted to a substance?
A coffee cup sits on a nearby window ledge
It forms a ghostly shape of steam on the window behind it
He sits and stares at a blank page
A blank text document yet to be printed
He feels like his art is failing and falling behind
Because all he does is work and sleep
He's due for a breakdown
A complete and total shut off from friends
Ghosts that fill his 1880's house dance on his bed
They don't make a sound, but he can smell the old cooking spices
Embedded into their dresses and the walls of the house
Paintings of mess and lack of detail hang on the wall
No one, not even he can make sense of them
He calls them anxiety and dark images
It's because that's all he visualizes
He doesn't understand the beautiful flower that blooms
He understands the dog corpse that rots beside a highway
He feels a fog rushing from the back base of the skull
The fog engulfs the brain and his mindset is jaded for a week
When will this go away and let his hands work again?
He sits and stares at a a blank page
A blank text document yet to be printed
He sits...

She doesn't know

She stands on a pile of televisions from her childhood living room nightmares
The winter blizzard of white noise slashes the air pockets around her ears
Beyond the fog of the room, she can see her father screaming in the distance
Nothing can be heard from his mouth, she smiles at the comfort
Bare feet step onto puffy carpeted floors, and a smell of fresh paint fills her nose
The dark green walls are peeling away, the paint faded in spots and ripping open
Behind the painted walls she can see herself in a nursing home
Wrinkled hands hold a remote for a television, she presses the power button
The television lets out a static hiss that fills the room and she wakes up
She is standing on a pile of televisions from her childhood living room nightmares
She wonders if this is what Alzheimer's feels like, does anyone know where she is
She can't remember if she's the old woman in the nursing home
Or the child in the living room staring through holes into her future
Trapped inside of a dark childhood memory, trapped inside of a biological flesh pocket
Wrinkled like space time, she begins to cry deeper than she even knew she could
The old woman, sitting still in the nursing home begins to cry while watching white noise
The young girl cries in her living room
Her father screams ambient nothingness in the distance
Her tears fall to the nearby television screen and float above the screen
Dancing on static waves of nostalgia, she remembers playing in the snow
She remembers walks through the forest and splashing her feet in the creek
Memories flood her mind while her eyes roll back into her skull
All of the tear drops floating above the television screen evaporate
Her memories are forever gone within her own self
A shadow version of the being is left in a dark room
Unable to find itself
It tries to cry out
But it lacks the knowledge of what crying is

smash

I want a rock to smash my head
I want to be alive, not dead
Forget who I was, am, and will be
Start over again

Forget all the horrors and pain
Re-start and live once again
Keep this worthless meat suit
Create a fresh outlook on life

You are a memory I would wish to keep
But it would leak in aspects of the other memories
I would become myself again and it would all be for nothing
The pain, the suffering all for one memory to ruin it all

I woke up one morning and forgot who i was for about 10 seconds
I was terrified at first, then it sunk in that it was beautiful
Then I remembered who I was, and it was disgusting
I skipped work that day after I found out who I was
I couldn't face the day as this person
He was horrible, he is horrible