Inevitable Quotients

Take two steps forward, Do you remember what it feels like close again?

Little paper notes still lingering of your scent, old photographs reminding us of all the time we spent.
Wrapped up in hand-me-down quilts,I can hear your lungs expand with every breath that's spilt.
The funny things you said, all the times you made my cheeks turn a shade of red.
The way we make the same faces, think alike in all and any cases.
Hands held & never letting go, confused at what we do and do not know.
Still contemplating every single moment, still working out the quotients.

All I see is footprints now, And I'll ask one last time;;Do you feel close again?

Atmosphere

It’s an epidemic. Your symptoms are clear. 

Eyes red, near dead. There is a chill in the atmosphere.

More than contagious, the sight is outrageous. 

Keep talking so I know you’re still here.

Spreading more quickly, you appear to be more sickly. 

Something is missing here.

No explanation, no signs of information. 

Just imagination left to add to the fear.

Emotions taking control, while consuming us whole.

Last words drowning in tears.

Accomplishments fading, memories waiting.

I’m beginning to see that the end is near.

This is an epidemic. And your symptoms are clear. 

Eyes blank, chosen fate. You are part of the atmosphere.

Cabernet

I surrendered to myself, by the intoxication of the dark red crimson...very similar to the color of my vision. It is an euphoric rage combined with ravishing red. Watch me while I admire this exquisite, intoxicating ruby red.

Experiencing a rush; craving a satisfying mission. Enduring an air as thick as blood diamond conditions. THAT is the horror of my vision.

I am betrayed by the scarlet poison that is defeating the reality of my senses.

RED is my vision
My addiction
My very pleasing crimson.

Cabernet, they say...can take you away...

Switchy Glitchy Itchy Bitchy

Outside of myself, puppeteering
Calculating every single twitch
When can the musician and the instrument switch?

Inside of myself, domineering
Belittling every single twitch
When can the designer solve this glitch?

The darkness is enchanting within myself
It is addicting, a habit, this nagging itch!

But you cannot run away from yourself...
The Impulsive, Passionate, Raging BITCH

Allow My Lips and Eyes to Show it

Lips sewn shut, tightest at the corners.
No truth will spill out as long as my smile remains together...

Eyes wide open, brightest with desire.
No tears will fall down as long as my expression portrays inner fire...

Open or Closed---- My mind cannot control it.
My heart beats for emotion, allow my lips and eyes to show it.