Behold, The Product Of My Insanity

Rain On Your Scarred Wrists

Standing with you, the heat from the rocks beneath our bare feet radiating through us as raindrops fall on our faces. For the first time since we met, I can see hope in your eyes.
We don't notice time, the cold or heat, just you staring at me staring at you, and that's our world, no-one else, no outer forces, just you and me, standing in the rain as eternities flash by in seconds.

It's short, but better than my other attempts lately. What do you think imaginary caring person?

Just A Poem

Your Eyes And My Favourite Moment

Surrounded by faces, both familiar and strange, then yours, and all the others merged into one blur. You're looking into my eyes and I'm looking back into yours and for those precious seconds, nothing else matters. Common sense doesn't interfere and pull my gaze away but noticing we're alone, the blur vanished brings us back to reality, if since then it can be called that.

I realize this is quite strange but I couldn't do any better at 2 in the morning.

an unnamed fresh poem I just wrote

The tears from my eyes threaten to drown me. My depression grows stronger, dragging me deeper beneath it. Insanity ripping through me like wildfire, destructive, dangerous beautiful. Convulsions, then nothing. No feeling, no pain, no emotion, blackness. Eating me from the inside out. A mental apocalypse.