until you remember the feelings of a real live emotional...

Counterfeits running amok.
Find me a genuine specimen.
Poisoned minds cloud judgement,
and the walls that divide grow thicker by the second.
Dark room, clinging desperately to any happy thoughts they have left,
flutterring away, and their sanity with it;
shoving everything else aside.

Self inflicted solitary confinement.
A holiday you'd be glad you didn't go.

shadow play

sliding down rainbows, landing, swimming in buckets of pills.
playin' playin' playin' till they get ill.

not porno for you

electro bunnies hoppity-hop slip slide down the rainbow's edge.
bop-bopping to the beat on their headphones.
hoppity-hop they go.

pt2
particles of light.
it's all we are, particles within particles, crashing and colliding,
friction.

sweetsweat

she was alone. maybe still is,
playing with shadows and sheltered from light,
her only satisfaction was a simple reaction;
non of us could get it right.
She wanders about, aimless meander,
touching and feeling for fields much greener.
she'll find it. i know.