I wanna go home,

I wanna go home;

But where is home, I wonder?

It can't be a place of blinding sterile lights,

Nor empty endless Void woven of dark Nights,

The places seem all torn asunder,

They send my mind into constant thunder. 

For every place I touch, I must run from--

Yet still, all consumes, with faint mechanical hum,

And though my heartstrings no longer strum, 

I still find an eerie resonance with each new setting,

Sure I must escape, but always unable -- filled with fretting. 

I beg for all the pain and tightness to disperse, to be ended

And yet I always lean back in, as if all I am is to be wrended

For a bleak eternity,

Of hollow echoes, empty places and only a lonely me...

Always running

Running

Running

For a place I call my home--

One I've never ever

Really

truly ever known. 

It

Was

Just

A joke.

That

was

a lie. 

At least

to me. 

How could

it

be true? 

We are trapped

In a caldera of rain

The glass edges of the snowglobe

Still lit on fire twixt the trees.

Indeed, I wonder what lies beyond

Those spires called eldritch oaks

How does darkness nestle its way

Into a tarp that underlies the foliage

And casts out light 'til it's strangled away?

Is this where old tales were spun?

In the land of forests, forgotten by a thwarted sun? 

He remembers

A far away place

In a far away land;

Tales told in a languages 

Sounding of sand.

He misses the space,

But alas, no more is that land.

It has long become a place of memories, not hand. 

Please

I want to say I like the gray

Twisted tell of fantasy

Flowing hair and moonlight lace

Dully glittering mysteries

But dark leaves on dewy ground

Thickening silver mist creates

A slope of rising panic

Claustrophobia clawing at the

Shifting mud that beckons

Converging at the descent

No solid step will hold me

Soon I will not be strong enough

For this world

And the sucking slime

Will draw me deeper into the void

Please

I’m not strong enough

A bird with broken wings

Kept in a gilded cage.

I watch her thrash and struggle

Towards something long ago I gave.

She sings her bittersweet tune,

I sit beside her, just as broken

And understanding each sour note;

How can something so miserable

Ever be misunderstood as beautiful? 

Indeed, in the dark we lie

Pain and flakes of flashing memories swirling about us.

Silence seeps its cold bony fingers up our spines

And we know there will soon be nothing here. 

Sleeplessness

settles her venomous claws

Into my flesh -- it stings.

And yet I must push on, fire

Roars in my ears,

Black seals my eyes with Night

And yet the phantoms

Begin to appear, screams blistering

In my ears, feeding

On my Insomnia, a rush of taunting cackles

And blood-curling screams;

Ghosts of something beautiful -- horrifying--

Something that should no longer be. 

Sometimes, during those long fits of blight,

Drowning in seas of the unseen 

I realise why so many come to fear the Night.

Hm.

brave enough

i caught your eye for a second, and lightning brewed in my stomach.

i can’t tell you what it was made of, by my guess is adrenaline, excitement, and fear.

but it was too much for me and i

i looked away first.

and my stomach was left a smoldering pile of ashes & guilt,

because i’m not brave enough.

i’ll never be brave enough. 

Jaybells the poet

Kind and thoughtful and awesome

Writes with beauty