Regrets from a sandy beach
How far in time and space
between one warm embrace and
the next
How far in time and space
between a kiss
How long to wait
for the spark to ignite
To join the stream of
entanglement
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The fact that I’m still breathing should not be taken as a sign that I am living, but rather as an indication that I might still be alive
me // still breathing
insanity
the monsters under my bed are gone
no space left after I dumped the frame
the monsters in my closet remain
bordered up I think I am safe now
the monsters in my head are near
always present whispering
their truths linger
my sanity questioned
their truths burdening
my sanity hurting
their truths
my sanity
their…
my…
insanity
restrained
The poet cried in silence
ink stained collar bound
the last of the papyrus
withering away
no more rebel
no more guard
pacified by silence
muted; incessant; ergo;
by finite confines
restrained
Not Today
On a good day I will tell how I became
On a good day I will appreciate you dream
On a good day I will send you hugs
On a good day I will laugh out loud
On a good day I will not hold back
On a good day I will not
write anything like this
on repeat
so many words
written in delusion
illusions of that which
will never come to be
no matter how many times
I repeat them
in thought
in dream
in scream
in hurt
in stone
“Nothing is written in stone…”, I muttered
“Have you ever visited a graveyard?”, he countered, smugly
My Final Stand
Empty bottles
echoes of better times
torrents of thoughts adarken
a final revelation waiting
the length of a piece of string or
bullets loaded for the Russian roulette
the spinning bottle always lands on
me but in the end it does not matter as
long as someone refills my bottle and
squeeze the trigger till clicks follow
clicks and the noose is firmly tightened
as someone kicks the bucket
my final stand
how long is a piece of string?
Still concerned about the length of a
piece of string, fairly long I gather to
throw across the beam and back, to
fasten securely and leave enough for
a comfy noose
Winter Wonder Wand
Born in the snow
there is a growing pain inside me
an envy of you who still reside
where flakes fall silent
piles grow boundless
where hell can freeze over but
happiness overcomes this
darkness outside
the light always bright
inside you