Memorabilia.

you slip through my fingers;

a fleeting ghosts of memories--

time breathing last moments

broken by tears and screams

of pleas of pain and happiness

i loved

but now you stay in abyss

a fickering existence

frozen in the second hand

of the broken clock.

White Noise.

The sharp white screeches

blind me and I choke on acrid smoke

i can't seem to keep up

and everything is a blur

" can't hold on "

a tear rolls into the ocean

and i watch my reflection

fade with the setting sun.

I think i'm going mad.

You. You. You.
You. You. You. You. You.
You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.
You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.
You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.
You. You. You. You. You.
You. You. You.
You.
Me.

Forever.

Little flakes of thought,

Human life is fragile, fleet and disappears within years. How quickly do we lose the rosy hue in our cheeks when we die, when we rot away inside our bodies and finally our soul gives up struggling for the essence of survival, the means of living in this world? But is this our world? Do we have the right to live in this world, in this plane of existence?

I don’t think so.

We are shadows, mere shadows dodging the footsteps of the fleeting ghost of existence. We are mere illusions, torn between reality and fiction. We are not alive. 

 

We do not live in this world, nor do we belong but only do the creatures who we belittle are truly the last snowflakes of winter. We are the storm that rides and rages over this planet and once we have led destruction to the very end, we move on. Like storms, we move on to another planet, destroying, ripping apart and we shield the truth from our younger generation’s eyes by feeding them illusions and we create fantasies for them to live and thrive in, happy and not caring about the wretch we call human life. The very essence of life does not lie within us, being the bastards we are. All we can do is dodge life’s footsteps, like mere shadows. 

 

And like mere shadows, we fade away, screaming and fighting to stay there but the light always finds a way to kill us off.

wanderlust.

they asked me where i was going and i cried never never land

fat dreams rolling down my collar bone and transforming into wings

hanging off my fingertips like dead weight

"think happy thoughts"

the words wrap around me like a python

gently squeezing, gently suffocating

and with this I jump--

because pixie dust is overrated.

You are the funeral of love

flushed cheeks faded long ago into ice

and you and your secret sensuous innocence

glass walls trapping sunlight in darkened eyes

onyx black swallowing me whole

vile kisses with sinful lips

devour my heart with delicious lies and promises

though i know love is dead in those lustful eyes

my heart still bears fruit of your name

whispering into the rising dusk

to me, to me, mon amor, to me

and so

if every breath was a wish, 

i'd give you all of me.

(revised and rewritten)

No more journeys.

i'm just tired of looking down an empty road

leaving footprints in scattered greying dust

walking along yellow borderlines

between the truth and lies

and dodging the accusing traffic lights

Silliness.

she laughs in my mind

and she won't stop laughing

it's funny, my feelings, it's funny.

i loved you

i loved you

it's funny isn't it?

i love you

and how do you know when you're losing yourself?