EuphoricDissonance

Night comes like a thick fog rolling over Sheets feel cool beneath like breathless sighs Drowsy lids close and before too long below cover Separated from the waking world and with newly opened eyes The mind begins to work its magnanimous wonder Color spills out in sheets, rolling through streets Voices and pleasant thoughts lying bare to ponder Beauty beyond normal recognition and colorful treats Entire people and personalities coming slowly to life Somewhere new and vivid, so egregiously stark Cities build from ashes and the waking pains of strife From nothing into my dreams where reality does not bark Its harsh discordant realis

Rain came down from the sky hitting the ground so hard that they splashed water out of puddles and shook them with ripples.  They thumped a dark mass sitting on the street corner and the water climbed down strands of hair, droplets rolling over her lips like tears coming down from somewhere else.  The rain fell like light fell on angels, pouring over them and rolling down their soft flesh, like it rolled down the sides of her face and over her finger tips, dripping slowly to the ground below.  A sigh caught on her lips as she opened her mouth and rolled gently into the air, her breath the tiniest of fogs. Thunder creaked through the atmosphe

She stared at the fire as it raged through the building, watching embers climb up into the air and flit off into its center.  Blood on her face, hair stuck to her mouth and arm held close to her side, hugging it with the other, metal of gun under her finger tips.  She could smell it, the fire raging like a tempestrial storm that swept through everything and everyone in sight.  It was almost like she was paralyzed for a moment, paralyzed by the chaos, the destruction and the rage that burned inside of her. Death was a kissing god; a kissing god and he kissed her skin up and down with a warmth that spread through

I stare outward in awe of love In awe of its very existence Not because it exists Not even because it defies all rational beauty Nor am I captivated by it Solely for how it always seems to feel From the wondrous heights of bliss To the extreme dysphoria of lows What brings me in awe of love What intrigues me so intently Is the continual defiance it shows Every time any attempt to define it It is part rational Part vividly irrational Sometimes just an emotion Other times an entire state of being Love is so terrifying It causes us to lose our breaths And so full of wonder It leaves poets in a panicked frenzy For it conquers

A bird is born it shouts at its birth it screams for simple things to feed and to be noticed and it is fed and it sleeps Slowly it grows and over time its belly fills it knows no hunger it knows no emptiness only joy only peace And then it learns for the first time to fly and it fills with such great bliss that its wings expand and it soars floating Time passes and it grows its wings expand to encompass the sky so it shifts along it like an invisible river its currents entangling together So it goes and it sees the trees it grew in the places it has eaten the things it has known and then it flies away it soars so

Words and thoughtless things; silence, inexhaustible silence; tempered feelings; broken - anguishing: this; shuddering: the sweet caress of life; the cold clinging size of the shadow that clings beneath the warm shape of flesh; footprints that follow behind no reverie: only real; "Wake" it screams the word wraps about broken sides and anguish climbs unhindered; ignored, cold and frightful it climbs and is unnoticed; Death has met me and met it have I Met and left behind like grace unwound never meant to be revered, twisting back through things; Compelled by the deepest darkest empty nothing to be filled, full climbing

Is there anyone out there that doesn't need it? If there is well - I wouldn't want to be them I want to be in - and surrounded by it I want to know what it feels like to share it Wrap arms around and completely care for it I want to believe that when I wake in the morning No matter how much horror and madness is going on No matter how turmoil this world is facing I want to look around and see it exists I want to know that when I hold you - you still feel it If we could be half crazy - and I mean all of us kids No matter how old never grown past the thought of this bliss That a moment could be a balm for all the hurt in the world

All that I could ever dream of since I could first dream was of being free The only thoughts that ever crossed my mind were the wayward ones of a dreamer to be lost in the expanse And since that first moment, the very first I have spent every waking moment after lost in spaces so wide All things have their place and mine is to be forever wandering forever in the grip of joyous silence That the tenderest, loudest sound that I will ever share is the beating of my heart That those few fleeting moments when my eyes are captured fallen upon by wonders There are no cages, no walls and no roads only one single, glorious endless,

There is nothing more frightening than knowing that all you have in this world is these wings so very dark.  These wings so very dark that define the very essence of your every waking thought, that you have become something so cold and calloused, so empty and devoid of care for all things.  That there is no sadness inside of you, no tears and no joy.  You are empty beyond reproach and there are holes in your black shadowed wings that are beyond repair.  That forever is a moment that will stretch onward for all eternity and you will be within it, cradled in its eternal embrace.  But you are nothing, not there, always in imperfect derelict. Kn

why is the sky filled with clouds that leave iridescent trails and the heart either so red or deep charcoal black; somehow a torch light grows into a burgeoning flush that rumbles in the deep tunnels of the mind: it is only her bliss, an eternal fervor that scatters a helter-skelter spark that patters like footsteps heard only in the dark that could be coming from any direction and the heart a light-bulb flickering on and off, because; the skin smooth temperatures rising and falling and the breath caught and suddenly released at the memory neurons booming to life at the flicker chasing random paths to it all in the span of a half