Him, Always
I think of him
The roughness of his hands
The softness of his beard
The warm, golden glow of his skin
The way his body fit mine perfectly
I think of conversations we had
The calming sound of his voice
The easy, unfiltered joy of his laugh
I think of the ridges of his belly
The firmness of his biceps
The sweetness of his kiss against my lips
I think of him, always
But it's hardest at night....
I want him back, I want him home
I miss him
Midnight Vortex
Spiraling in colors and random
Letters, words fill my sleepless
Endless nights.
I think of patterns,
Polka dot spots of happiness in our
Darkened life of despair.
Random images of past places I've been,
Of lives I have lived...
Wondering how much longer I can stay.
My soul speaks to my demons in these wee hours,
Plotting, planning for the future I'm too
Scared to begin.
Pictures of dreams encapsulated by sparks of
Random desire to run
Freedom beckons, words fill my mouth and eyes
I struggle to pen them, only to find
They remain hidden in the night.
Night time
Sometimes its nothing, you know...just space enough to fit the world in, other times its everything to the tiny sound in the street. When you reach that point were you need to tell your mind to keep quite please so you can get some sleep ... please stop talking? but your the only one in the room ? short of you losing your mind...
Mum, dad, sisters, him... life, purpose, the future, it can even be the depth of my favorite Jon bellion song or the fact that things irritate me so easily. How many things I need to get done... and then its morning.
Welcome to my Night
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Breathe in,
Now breathe out again.
Take one more breath in,
And now release it back out.
Now close your eyes, and sleep.
No.
No? What do you mean no?
No, I need to think about everything.
Everything, really?
Yes, EVERYTHING.
But, but why? Why can’t you just slow down and sleep in peace? You’re so tired, and your day’s been so long…
Because now is my only time to think clearly about EVERYTHING. In the dark, in the quiet. No interruptions between the conversation of me, myself and I. I can let my mind explore the deepest, most inner thoughts of myself…
Or about how you feel flat on your face in front of that cute guy at work today.
… Maybe I’ll just go to sleep.
That’s what I thought.
Midnight thoughts.
There has to be more than this.
Will I ever achieve true bliss.
Can I mend things, or get that kiss.
Everyone and everything I miss.
More often than not I remimince,
Sometimes I smile or grimace.
Bad thoughts are what I try to dismiss,
While I try to figure what's amiss.
Eventually I'll fall asleep,
And sink into a silent abyss.
Morbidity and Emotion
Is this all life holds
For me now
Living from day to night
Jumping on the latest
Thing that brings contentment
Breathing in the noxious
Fumes of midnight
Distressing recollections
Teaming up with ghosts
To haunt me
In the darkness
Of my own room
Here I lay
Just wishing for
The sun to rise
To be saved from
My worst enemy
To be saved
From myself
Things
Things I Should've done
Things I Should've Said
Things I Should've Ate
Things I Shouldn't of Ate
Things I'm Going to Do
Things I'm Going to Say
Things I'm Going to Eat
Things I'm not going to Eat
Places I'm not going to go
Places I'm planning to go
Then Darkness
Then Sleep
Then Morning
Then Night And Repeat
Evolution
It all starts with the blasting discoveries of medical science: they now say it is legal to cross different species to run genetical testing...to find the cure for what? unicorns? bigfoot? Other mythical creatutures we might want to investigate? We don't merely know how an alligator differs from a fish, and why we are not allowed to eat it during fast days as a replacement.
And then it hits me: while monkeys will be eventually trained to adapt to telepathic communication, humans will be texting it in hashtags to develop from mental and egomaniacal stimuli via twitter or facebook.
We will then seek the privilege to copulate with such a fine exponent of the close related species, and be endowed in the sacred noble art of looking at each other with no restriction of time or value derived from scarcity. And scratch each other's back.