You,
Are funny.
You,
Are kind.
You,
Are beautiful.
But,
You aren't mine.

Life will take us far,
Apart.
Love will split,
My heart.
But as we go I will remember you,
You wont.

*******,
You would say.
******* too,
I would say.
Do you remember my name?

This collection of thoughts,
This 'beautiful mind'.
Will be forever troubled by the,
Could of and what if scenarios
That run wild in
The brain.

And this will be,
The end of me
In your thoughts,
This will be,
Loves end.

What do we do when we are dreaming,
Lost in thought like a greek philosopher,
Romping through uncharted land like Lewis and Clark,
Or perhaps we slay a dragon, saving a fabled kingdom.
What do we really do when we are dreaming.

Why do we wake on occasion,
To find the world so still, as if the dream hasn't ended.
To find that the winter we braved, was no more than a cool summer breeze,
Sliding through our window.

What do we do when we are dreaming
When we are deep within our own minds,
When our subconscious becomes reality.
When we are so close to fixing our problems of;
Stress
Heartbreak
And isolation.
Our brains so vulnerable, yet we take this for granted.

We slide into our sleeves, our personalities.
Filling another void in a meaningless pit
Never aspiring to do anymore than the status quo.
And so we are stuck, screaming,
Inside
Bottling up our emotions
Alone.

Oh, the things we could do, if we only started dreaming.

I sit in this chair, staring into the screen.
Scrolling through articles,
Mindlessly
Imagining myself somewhere else.
Maybe in a dream.

I'm standing, yet sitting.
Yelling, yet whispering.
Running, yet walking.
In this dream, I am everywhere else.
Not in a dream.

I am in the screen, staring at the chair.
I am falling through media.
Each article, drowning me

Each notification, I lose a piece of who i should be.
If only i pull away from these mindless games.
I could be what a person would be.

Free.
From the mass media of society.
From all its natural hierarchy.

Free.

Embedded with color are the hills.
The golden shrubs,
Touched by light,
Color still seen,
Even by night.

Embedded with color are the trees.
The chloroplastic green,
Processing sun
The Growing Greatness.
It's a splendorous sight.
Even at night.

Embedded with color you and me are.
The pale pink,
Of our first love.
Blossoming from the stem,
Dawns our first fight.
May we see… Another night?

A meal in the morning is made to sustain till noon.
A meal at noon keeps dinner in tune.
The schedule is precise with each meal separated,
By the ticks and tocks of a internal clock.

Yet here the feast has begun.
Too soon for lunch, too late for breakfast, yet just in time to spoil the dinner,
Just as the apple spoiled the dawn of man.

And here my feast has begun.
My insatiable heart, attacks my mind,
Images of what is and what could be make me blind.
The prospect of another taste, spoiling the old bond.
The place where a feast had been done.

The budding plates wisked into my thoughts,
I remind myself,
She's the only one.

The ravenous grass overwhelms the sun's beaming rays,
Slowly spreading its cold touch across my limbs.
Its tendrils gouge deep into my veins,
Numbing my thoughts.

The hungry roots, pull me into the earth,
As green blades tickle my nose.
Slowly fading is my reality,
Until it's all but consumed.
Displaced among the roots,
I’m lured to an isolated realm,
Where only my feelings roam.

Every few seconds I forget to breath in,
Breath out,
The beat of my silent heart rings in my ears,
My lungs screaming for something more.
One thought passes my failing mind.
What have I become?

I stare in search of answers,
Past the abyssal walls that hold me,
Past my body.
The last pulse rings.
The chest cavity is pierced by a pressing sadness,
Its blade draining me of all life.

Now I lay a hollow vessel.
Cleaned of all humanity,
Waiting for the next soul to fill me.
Longing for the next lover to touch me.

One thought passes my jealous mind.
I am alone.