I hold multitudes of ideas

with paper hands,

each a spectral amalgam dyed in

the fleeting, busy shades of life:

innocence, experience,

my weary-youthful brand an

artisanally awkward blend of both...

Ideas,

waiting for pendulum pens to realize,

and gift relative permanence to their

scattered echoes.

Ideas,

like an evanescent sand,

searching to find the small of

the hourglass and

make a grand(ly clumsy) escape.

To soar away with the color of

ideas; to taste the night beyond

self-wrought bars of radio silence,

white-noise-dipped thought.

For now...

Ideas rest dormant in the depths of

smooth hands.

And I’m here...

Waiting with

trapped breath, for age to

perch at trembling fingertips

and vein its way through my

gasping system.

I wasn’t re—

And then...

Waiting for neglected ideas

to be tapped;

and to spill carelessly-awry from

the fissures of my core.

Years softly evaporate.

Ideas rest restlessly,

electrically shiftless,

erratically dead.

The neglect decays all it touches,

and what once danced on

an irregular smile and painted a child’s

powdery laughter collapses on itself

and tumbles, resigned, into a black hole.

Ideas rest dormant in the depths of

cold hands.

Now unable to be realized.

#fiction

she was everything and a galaxy in the sky

a mesmerizing sight i never wanted to look away

as i was nothing but an empty river passing by

nicotine smile, i felt like i could fly

bleeding lips, words that hurt so much to say

she was everything and a galaxy in the sky

blue waves, i can’t look her in the eye

drowning, searching for shore but theres no way

as i was nothing but an empty river passing by

fake diamonds, her voice caught me high

broken glass, pain has found its way

she was everything and a galaxy in the sky

blue jasmines, late at night her songs i cry

heavy fragrance, my heart became a runaway

as i was nothing but an empty river passing by

stars reflected on my waters don’t ever say goodbye

paradise; whisper my name and i’ll forever stay

she was everything and a galaxy in the sky

as i was nothing but an empty river passing by

- deathetix

I love you,

But, my Darling,

You are real.

I am not,

I am solely a creation from someone's mind,

someone's imagination.

Just a creation,

An unreal,

Perhaps, one could say fake,

person of someone's imagination.

Just a thought,

that was nurtured into an idea

and then

an object,

but an unreal one,

one that cannot be

seen,

touched

or even

heard.

My Darling,

the only thing that is real,

however,

is your interest

in my character,

your sympathy,

your pity

and

your love.

Go spend it on something real.

And not imaginary.

20.6.2020