Trees that wear hats

It's a column. A column with seashells attached. Upon which two bloodied hands grip. Hands with hard fingertips. All powerful hands. As they climb, plateau. Plateau it's not, word it is, express I will, express for you. On this plateau you can rest and climb no further. On this plateau you can either look down at what you've done or up at what you have not. You can continue to climb. Till you put yourself a limit, retire, and rest forever. First time i took your hand, it pulled hard. And i realised, either you were higher, trying to pull me up, or maybe i was. I climbed faster, but effortlessly, so did you. As I sweated, you smiled at my riddled face. You seemed sublime under the sun and rays above. You were neither high nor low. You were me. And I, you. One without knowing. Reflecting one another. Your effort did not count, for it was within my own. And my own, in yours. My tears were your smile and my smile, your tears. We are one. Being. Climbing. Mirrored. Pre

I never told you, how i picked up berries Never fold you, held you in my palm. Like you did, with all of my worries. Did, and cried me numb. I never told you, It meant more than spring. More than fourth, more than april. It meant heart of fathom and seat of king. Of a queen laid martyr. At least I did, how I've sinned Listened to a bow sing sparrow Ive eaten toward lean fangs i leaned. Bones in the marrow. I grawl and thirst, I.m eaten aside. I cast the imps of imps passer's by. I'm you. Blue. Gaze your green eyes Graze without a map. Like a sheep, whose fists o track. With kites

My shotgun is loaded full. My thirst for blood is high. Don't step on my pain. Its little daggers will hurt. Toil. Hunger. I'll feed on your shivering frigid soul. I am depleted of emphaty. I cry. Tears are serene, they cascade in ochards whose leaves waterfall in oceans. I'm stone. As paralysed. I am afraid. Consecutive breaths fire. Urge. Purge. Nonesense of a tree with no branches and a root of a trunk. Its leaves float and you can't even see it in your blissful manner. You're blinder than me. Who am I to care that you walk? You died looking inside. First thorn you hit scared you. Scarred you. Come on, little Jimmy, come here. I BITE. Are you afraid of thorns, kid? Your mommy ain't here, your mommy left you grow a rose with thorns. LIAR. Thorns don't love, you idiotic slime. She left us two alone to play. So you saw I have strings. You pressed, and pressed... opressed my chord. And i ringed... mixolydian. Lydian for hunger and mix for the paint you t

A visceral infusion of warmth. Motherly warmth. Head leaned against the knee. Eyes closed and tears... sweet, carefully chosen from among thousands of painful tears. A sweet of a candy that hugs your tongue, and knows when to stop. Fists clenching and veins pumping the smoke out. Lungs tired and filthy, breath is trembling. Cleansing in its warmth. Since loneliness felt sublime, now craving took its place. To capture the sunset with 10 intertwined fingers, and paint the sweetness off of every breath. Heads leaned aginst each other, stars adancing. Dancing still, feet frozen. Frozen with cold sweat in excitement. Music, accompanied by silence. Blending, whirling around the heads, closer. Closer. That craving, like a race. To spit out emotion. Like the crust of a scar, rip it open and throw it out. Leave a blanket bleeding. Bleeding warm and sweetened blood. Emotion, emotions. Raped anxiety. To be back here with me, to feel me. To put your hand on that less than charismatic wound an