A strange pattern for
writing has came
to me lately.
The skeletons of
poems form when I
lie down for a nap.
Sleep always calls,
and bones want to
dance and grow skin.
Lilacs bloom, and I feel
the inner thigh of
eternity, soft and wet.

I can't get any rest.
I have to jot down the
notes or they turn
to ashes and blow away
Or, they are buried deep in
mud and slumber,
impossible to dig up.

I sleep with a notebook and
pen, as I drift off,
I whisper to the tortured
bones,
don't cry, and try not to worry.
I'll bring you to life.

This moment is also happy because
(this moment) will end

It is not the beginning of misery.

My thoughts tell me
Every day who I was
And who I'd be
In this threadlike tomb
Up above my fine pedestal
A myriad of thoughts and ideas

Love comes to me each night 🌙
And to the skies she points
My lover is a fairy,an angel
And she tells it all in her smiles
Even from miles I know she thinks
And feels how inadvertently feeble it is
To be away when yet we were next to each other..

Her breath and snores in the nighttime made me laugh
O you told me all she's a beauty and more

And in the morning sorrow comes knocking
On the doors my heart
He says you have lost a lover
Have you not shed enough tears?
Do you think you'd ever find true love in another?
No I'd blink an eye
All made in silly sighs

My grandma she died
Just when I could tell a lie
That Pain was a blessing and how selfish her children held onto her
Wishing never to depart

And yet when the day finds it way home
To the stars it went
Hope comes with renewal
Wallowing around my bile
He says work hard don't let it pile
And I'm strong by this feeling
Wishing it never left
How do you give  strength and walk away when I'm most happy?

All but sounds silly
Belief to my soul
Love to my heart
And sorrow on dusty days
My life has felt..
None the less of silly thoughts
Hidden in threads of blood and brain

I'm just that pawn, you never noticed.