Fresh aired lungs.

Innocent? in a sense with a scent of mint..
Sentiment... small testament.. not what i meant!
In a vest to invest in the crest of your chest
Its a mess.. its a stress.. and I'm not impressed

We invent, in vents.. to ventilate.. its been to late..
But I wait.. for the date or a trade for the aid of what's made
In our tale, it entails, some trails of entrails down the rails.

Inside, in your side of the pride that you ride.
Its a sign of the spine in the brine of your shine.
And you whine while you dine on yours and mine!
In this tent, this intent with intense shoulders tense
It's expensive, the ex is pensive was defensive.

Sensitive? i sense it is. it was his on a quiz but flunked
This is  bunk, i debunked that the skunk had the stank
Of the skank down the bank of the blank septic tank
Oh it smells, but it helps with spells that I felt on the felt
Now I melt with the quelle and swell of the well..
just a shell of the hell that i dwell.. just until I rebel...

By Stander...

The weak and desperate  collect their bugs in jars..
Poked holes forgotten with the sun burning...
Suffocation.. mass insect homicide..
A tear in the fabric of our eyes...
Next rain clouds under our eyes shower the soil of our cheeks..
Decay and rot of the fallen pests coagulated on the jar's floor..
Unrecognizable paste with which you paint your face..
Mascara carried by our ocular precipitation..
Falling from our chin melting atop the heart on my sleeve..
The caverns of our vocal chords echo this:
"Fall fast you loathsome... homicidal.. harlot!"
 Only deaf ears heard our chant..

Exposed

I guessed correctly..
and the sun hid behind a rock.
The glare of your shades
leave spots in my eyes.
I blink.. they move.
So I follow.

So seldom do these moments come..
words lost on broken teeth.
laying thoughtless in the dark.
I wasn't sure..

Now the days turn around.
the backside of life.
Under your eyes you carry it all.
Forget the last breath.

Inner Dialogue

I already peeled the skin.The fruit's exposed, fully ripe,
Do I have it in me to take one bite?
I crave that sweet flavor,
But do I risk indulging my sweet tooth?
Is it even worth one bite?
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hungry.
But I wouldn't say I'm starving...

Mimosa's

poisoned...
settled rot inside..
I didn't ask for this..
Go away..

I've waited to be faded..

 allowed to seep inside..
creep up and dwell within
until the sun rises again...

I've waited to be faded...

breath of the wind said
be careful..
but i've fallen
with the leaves
collecting in the filth.

Now I'm faded..

I dont get it...
I dont get it..

Spineless Delirium

exist with the flow
stand up straight
what surrounds you
is all blown out
and it echos all around.

Bliss taken apart
to break you down
defending the waste
in between the lines
the answer lies.


So sick of it all
but i still smile
to keep you fuming
get over yourself..


use it all for show
it washes down the drain
bitterness the taste
I'm not convinced
just another excuse..

Septic

Apathy
Behind the eyes of a stranger when
Catastrophe struck. These
Deviants disrupt the calm we bathed in.
Eventually aware of the stench of
Flesh roasting on its own bones and the
Gifts given to me from the past now
Hover in those eyes but
In suspended animation.
Kill the circles life creates. The
Lovers, and haters
Move along the path I imagined. I
Never thought any of this would come to fruition.
Openly angry, sad.. I'll keep
 Pretending to feel
Quieted and content. I
Rest my head on the pillow.
Solitude helps these
Thoughts flow in a consciousness I control
Underneath the
Veil I am going to continue to
Wear until you find an
Xcuse to be anything but over
Zealous...