First Dates Taste Like Sarcasm

There is a sandbag tied to my ankle, and I have just had the pleasure,
of watching it be tossed off an airplane.
What a sight!
There she goes,
spiraling to the dissipated mesh of land and sky I see below me.
She goes fast, doesn't she?
It is my curiosity that leads me to lean over the edge, and watch this flawless, fate-deciding object dissolve from my vision.
My head peeks from the open door. 
The rope chases the sand,
the sand chases the ground,
and the ground wants my misery.
Down and down they go,
the distance grows, making best friends with the ground.
Shapes of 'S's' and 'W's' and 'Z's' just hurl themselves out of the plane.
Goodbye i say to the rope as if it has nothing to do with me.
But i look down and observe a knot tied to my ankle.
Normally,
I
Am
Fine.
But today, i don't have a knife, so...
i will be ejected.
There's really nothing to it,
i just sit and wait for my demise.
I mean...
it's that simple,
I never thought it would be so easy to plummet to the ground,
if I would have known before, i would have done this sooner.
We should do this again sometime,
really we should.
And I am tossed like a weak salad for being the nerd on the football team.
I look up at you, enjoying your time spent above me.
You wave,
you smile,
you giggle.
This is fun.
We should do this again sometime

Silver Sailboats & Necklaces

I see it there, sitting there,
alone.
alone and closed,
damaged.
damaged hard and sheltered.
Hiding.
Why would anyone want to view the flower's beauty if it's closed.
Black and white huh?
Is that how you view this?
I remembered seeing vivid colours of yellow, reds, and violets.
Tall carpal,
anthers spread like a tight, warming hug.
How many bees did it take?
Flying in like a 1925 kamikaze predator.
One after another,
Bombing your heart with tastes of the outside world,
Preparing their landing from the other side of the phone.
Gunning down pollen with a selfish mischief,
satisfaction is fulfilled, but presented as a lie.
But i liked that about you...
You were rare,
you trusted.
you allowed.
you gave.
They flew in with direction,
direction you couldn't see.
You were rare,
you couldn't see.
They damaged your colour,
they stripped your pollen,
and they left you.
I watched it all,
i watched you fall.
before all this,
you stood tall.
And the most amazing feat of morbid destruction sequenced like a bat out of hell...
You invited December.
You calloused from the stem up.
You brought hibernation,
and you closed.
Pedals are dull,
stem is clear.
No longer do you posses your soft honey smell,
but a putrid,
tasteless,
aroma of mental damages and forced smile.
Your lips don't budge,
tongue held captive; ransom at an unreasonable price...
A price i want to pay.
Maybe i cant stand winter?
But if i have to, i will dig you up,
roots and all.
And plant you where the clouds wont shrill,
the wind stay still,
the sunshine hill.
Open for me,
where is your colour?
I have my shovel.
I have my pail.
Here i come.

An Open Lily In A Closed Rose Garden

Standing alone, and walking forward,
one must question the scenery here.
Unstable.
Hold my hand, let us not get lost okay?
I can't see forward,
can you?
Watching my feet shall do fine.
We must walk faster,
things are at creep,
from behind us.
Thoughts. Hear them coming.
Come please,
walk faster with me.
Don't look anything in the eye,
they will get you,
they will get you for sure.
Do you see all the claw marks,
do you see they want something?
they want something.
Vile stenches of something rotting and smoldering file in around us.
Glares.
I sense them.
Yes,
all around us now,
can you smell that? The air is getting frigid.
Can you hear that?
Something from behind us is shrieking,
don't look back okay?
Do you see these things, dangling from the sky?
They are everywhere now.
There is an echo in the distance.
We're near an obstruction,
the sounds are bouncing off walls.
Is it getting louder all around us?
Tangles and vines; all around the ground.
They reach for me,
my shoes have been covered.
My shins are grasped with the strong hold of a desperate begging.
Around and around, it goes it goes.
Carving it's bypass around my every leg hair like a high speed ski through an indigenous slope.
Higher it climbs, batting down my defending logistics.
There's a sick desperation in your laugh.
Stand there and watch, it has me now.
Green hues and brown tints invade my body relentlessly grinning at me.
HOw cUTE Am i NowWw?
Piercing thighs, piercing glares, under my skinz, crawling deeperz.
Where have you been all this time? i miiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssed you.
You smell like the spring time, clearance sarcasm, and high tension.
My waist is wrangled, twisted, and painted with your tangling contented attitude.
Content.
So content you watch me, on my plea,
sitting at the throne of judgement.
How is it working out for you?
I'm glad.
My ribs are meld in the palms of your hands,
reach in.
What have you found?
Oxidate me, send my blood through its tracks.
Pump that lively glow you used to feel,
all...
the way...
to the tips...
of my fingers...
and back.
Shiver my spine like a rattling snake.
Reach for me, over the hills, to the bottoms of my neck.
Trickle down my chest,
engulf me.
Digging.
At.
My.Neck.
I can barely see you, im covered.
Content.
Cold, and unmanageably content.
Tell me those words,
correct my awareness.
Tell me, I plea, tell me.
Can't you just open your mind and speak?
So very frigid, just keep staring at me.
I wont get to see the end,
you wont open your mouth,
i wont move,
stuck.