She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape

Venturing into the heart of insanity,
(my mind)
I fear that i will lose myself.
I hear the blood rushing in my head
(Will it ever drown me?)
As its the only sound i hear apart from myself.
Alone with my thoughts,
(Wish me well..)
Maybe this is what i want.
Insanity. Chaos. Something.

Come like winter
to the lake
Freezing my body
numb and motionless
letting my soul flow
like water
caressing me
from within

Come like spring
to the pine tree
Pushing me from inside
Budding with new desire
Making new life
Ecstasy to each flower

Come like summer
to the fruit
Ripening me from within
sweetening with all your heat
Rotting the undesired
peeling off my shell
rosy and fired

Come like autumn
to the forest
Taking the peace away
Cleansing with each gust
playing like a master may
sweeping me your way

With every passing season
i stray and i negate
please just come
don't make me wait
Come like you would
from me, taking me away
don't let me cry no more
Resonating as the Ney
---Sunday, April 28, 2013

They tickle my senses
and intrigue me.
with you my love,
there is no me.

Beloved earth covers me
so it covers my longing
with time eats everything
but just excuse this heart
my heart is like gold
although my body stinks
because here lives my beloved
and my hope of being one with him at last
how can I give my heart to the earth
my heart is with my beloved
what will I show on the judgment day
I have nothing special
only this heart is all I have earned
no prayers and no meditations
my heart is His, and I am His
and His is my longing/ thirst
how do I ask for Him from Him
When nothing else suffices