To feel like porcelain,
fragile and easy to break
is something I'm no stranger of

Now to feel like
stone,
solid and dense,
is something I know nothing of

But to feel like
oxygen,
impenetrable, flawless;
to be the air that fills your lungs
is all I aim to be

Rest these weary thoughts away
The ones that knock
The ones that stay
The ones that lurk until it's night
Creep and crawl until it's bright
The sun, it shatters the reverie
Of sleepless dreams that never flee
They wait at bay, inching, itching
Etching, scratching,
clawing, stitching
When at night and all alone
They hit the ball, run it home
Leaving bags under your eyes
Thoughts annoy, like summer flies
No sleep, again
A rerun that will never end.

Lions do sleep
On the opinion
Of sheep
Act as though
Unaffected
But deep in their
Slumber
They do solemnly
Wonder
If those words
Are too,
Unexpected
For sheep are
Wise
Of a Lion's true
Pride
The doubt that resides from
Within
The lion
The lamb
They've given
A ****
Only to be
Misdirected

At 2am
I'm an open book,
No filter;

Read all about it
Front page news
Fifty shades
of curiosity
And yours
to  unravel
Only yours
to unbind

What are you scared of
he asked
like he'd never been afraid
just jump
he commanded
as though all his beds were made
I'll catch you*
he claimed
as I began to walk away

and so he caught
when I jumped
and I was not afraid.

Like constellations of rural skies
Eluding and forlorn
Longing to connect the dots
to which I could adorn
Secrets of Da Vinci
Deceptive and unknown
Wanting to explore regions
but only to bemoan
Storms of Zeus' power
terrify and maim
introvert explorers
who've fought and overcame
The sole subjects stands
unspoken or indifferent
Withstanding these decoders
To which he won't imprint