Awake in her mind, she lay still while soft dreams and visions flew through and past her as soft clouds fly across the mountaintops. And where do the mountains meet the sky? How deep does she dive to her mind’s eye? Her fingertips glide across petals stretching mellow perfumes and vibrant shades over vast green… Continue reading Sleep Spell
As a Lingering to Succumb I lay my head, not praying for sleep. No laughs for sitcoms while delaying a weep. Should I? Should I not? Should I weep? Should I sleep? Is there a tangible difference in this monotone deep? Should I sleep? Should I weep? Or shall I seek to regret in dark… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Nine
I don’t feel good in day’s keep I don’t feel good in night’s den What do I feel in forced sleep? How to know I’m happy then?
Apart, we are complete but not. Together, we are complete but are. I lay awake, her breathing a rhythmic reminder. Love so close to me, so far from me. Does she dream of me? Dream of two hearts melding as one. And when not one, crave for each other. Does she wait for me? Will… Continue reading Apart
The sky drops from purple pitch, below you lie in the dark. Cold picks at tender, scabbing flesh, wounds of the day having left their mark. When prayer turns to screaming and screaming to cries unheard, you realize you’re truly alone, alone in a prolonged life absurd. You wonder how you’ll get up, wonder if… Continue reading God Dust
Dreams fill me with purpose, a desire to be all that I wish, whatever I see. A courageous hero, a humble lord, the last of a tribe alone and bored. Maybe not this or perhaps not that, could be that I want a hairless cat. Stroke my pet with a villainous tip, saying “billion” not… Continue reading My Presence Demoted In Sleep
Sleep is a thief with no remorse for limiting the volume of what can be done in a given day. I want to do less, I just can’t.