Unanswered fantasies are not discreet
Thoughts burned into the minds of the restless
Silent ghosts, tip-toeing with heavy feet
But they are not words for us to confess.
Lust for matters and things that cannot be
Matrimonies of what is and is not
With lullaby whispers we tame this sea
Wicked little details, only we’ve caught.
Yet somehow my body is translucent
Dull skin, thin and fragile with overt veins
Blood saturated with my existence
Tainted with the colors of love and pains.
Unanswered fantasies are not discreet.
Silent ghosts, tip-toeing with heavy feet.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
curled wrists folded within crumpled sheets
heartbeats gently flutter beneath my skin
drunk on dreams as I nestle
further and deeper into oblivion
however my mind is choking
mental reminders of things past
objectives to complete
work to be finished
I, bleary eyed, weary *****
assume a vacant mind
fixed to a beat body
mess of movements, mess of thoughts
3am is so unkind
to a lonely longing mind
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
fish school beneath us
flashing like bonfire sparks
in a bottomless night
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
to break the silence
you play some of your CD's
vertical rows of plastic jewel boxes
never properly alphabetized
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC