ili - Hello Poetry

ili Jul 2014

Gone

Last night I got drunk,
And although I couldn't think
I kept thinking of you.
My mind replaying the short span of time our mouths latched together
As we spoke words that meant nothing.
I was thrilled,
I was sad,
I was gone.

ili Jun 2014

Insane

Is it insane that i go to sleep every night on my side,
    Pretending I can feel a body form           behind me,
    Pretending I can feel your arms
Imagining that they lie innocently around me as your fingers find their     home against my skin.
Is it insane that I watch the stars at night,
In hopes that you might have found a fascination in something that shines in the darkness.
In hopes that you might see me the same way.
Is it insane that I am already in love with the thought of you.
Is it insane.

ili Jun 2014

I dreamt of you, lastnight

I woke up with my heart beat
                                    ringing in my ears.
And an ache so powerful
                                        I felt smothered.
I dreamt of you-
                                                         Again.

ili Jun 2014

mind//appearance

if my mind
  was
    instead my physical
      appearance
        perhaps
           they would find me more attractive.

ili Jun 2014

those who cant sleep because thoughts vs. me

most everyone suffer from lack of sleep
because their thoughts keep them awake.
for hours they stare up above them,
either blankly glaring or silently crying
because of the bountiful amount of pain that discreetly trickles into their lives.

most of i suffer from a lack of confrontation.
sleeping through my struggles.
running aimlessly between the seams,
knowing that pain is only the price of living
and if this life was a contest,
i am persuaded i must be winning.

i.v

ili Jun 2014

perception

I am enthralled with the idea
  of gnawing on thoughts
    complicated enough to transform into thought provoking sentences.

I find comfort in the idea
  that i have been given a chance to care after
    the body in which i have inhabited.

I find my thirsty heart, quenched
  as liquid drills its way through the passages of my
    mouth, throat and body.

I am enthralled with the idea that
  i have been given the opportunity to
   create, own, and explore the depths of my existence.

ili Jun 2014

smoking

My mind lingered
among the vast dreams and desires to hold a burnt plant between my lips.
To inhale something that could make me feel alive,
but could also make me feel
gone.
My existence lingered
among the thought that i have the privilege to endure a well spent death,
smoking my insides to a pulp,
except i have yet to take up the opportunity.