You should expect no human to satisfy you
To meet the need or the needful want
You will only find a distraction there
Be it a beautiful or a most handsome one

But instead look up to beyond the sky
And find yourself there in he who will not fall
Because when you wake from a distracting dream
It can certainly make you question it all

Full blooded they appear
Speaking with my voice, the words I say
Those dreams, the dreams of the dead
Seem so satisfying, until they talk.
They, the phantoms of our fantasies
Drift like jet trails; scarring skies
Words etched by inkless pens
Waiting, always awaiting.
The Poet adores that void
Where they frame their thoughts by the stars
And recreate Byzantium
But behind that void
Awaiting, always waiting
There are echoes
Who can only answer us, as us.

Her eyes were the
saddest I'd ever seen
truly a mind now zombified
in earthbound remaining time
with all of an empty nothing
engulfing her forever dreams

She lost,
more than a thing or two
the loss went very deep
the core of her soul ripped away
stolen by time's unforgiving fate
absconded off by the evil one

All would agree
loss of key
or coin or such thing
really is a common trifling
but loss of all you've got
knowing will never find?

She asked not for sad fate's
sudden visit upon her time
rather always hoped keeping life
but with her whole life's blood
drained from the brittle shell
all her soul can do is wait

©  2017 Jim Davis

Dark thoughts come flying in like a storm.
The way the wind takes me away.
The way the lightning paralyzes me.
I watch the darkness crawl into my arms,
knowing that they're only here to bring harm.
I wish I can go back to my happiest days,
when I never felt pain or darkness haunt my dreams or my soul.

Where are the stars that used to guide me?
They used to shine through my eyes,
telling me that I'm never alone.
They seem to move on, forgotten me.

I overthink too much,
that it's the end.
I don't know why I let it dig into me.
Small things become big things.
I always hoped that one day someone will embrace me into their loving arms.
Understand every dark thought coursing through my mind.
Feel my heart through their ears.
Face the reality that I'm not perfect.

I'm not a robot built through metal.
I sometimes bottle up myself,
I sometimes smile like I'm okay, but sometimes I'm not.
I can feel weak, but I know I'm strong.
I fought through the storm before,
I know what it feels like to want to give up.
It's such a strong urge, but I don't give in.

Because I have people counting on me, looking up at me, admire me of who I am.
I'm a good person for helping others.
I let them know that their not alone,
They let me know that I'm not alone.
Sticks and stones won't break our bones.
We are headstrong!

~Niko