in another dimension,
it's your birthday.

young things are leaving
the party through our legs.
soon, no one is left but us,
and in the dim light of the staircase
i am giving you something tangible.

in this dimension, you're asleep---
and i love you, wherever you are without me.

Sometimes I think
We were meant be
Perhaps in another dimension
You and me
Met in a coffee shop
At some small university
Or maybe our parents were friends
And we met as babies
Grew up as best friends
Became lovers at eighteen
Perhaps you were the king
And I was your queen
In some faraway Kingdom
Barely out of our Tweens
Or maybe we met
One night in a dream
Wanting to be real
Like ghosts want to be seen
I still think about you
Though I only see you in dreams
I wish it weren't true
But we're stuck in this dimension

I got on this train,

It’s nice and cozy,

but I don’t understand

Why sometimes goes too fast

And then too slow instead.

People come on board and smile.

We start to talk

And get on for a while.

Then all of a sudden they are gone.

I get upset and wonder why

Did I do something wrong?

Was it my fault

Or their journey was only for so long?

The answer…well,

It’s not in this train, but other

In another Galaxy much further

Where trains are just concepts

And people just light,

Where things last forever,

As time doesn’t mind.

When looking at one's own reflection
It's like looking at another dimension
Everything is the same, but...
deceptively so.
If you stared hard enough,
open-mouthed and peering
You'd see that
Your right ear is on your left
Left eye is right,
as if your person was....
backward? No.

Just a reflection.

But it is interesting to think
that there is a world beyond
with only a thin glass in between.
A world that is yours,
just a play-back in reverse.

Despite the suns efforts to shine,
The cold from within has a claim over my skin,
It sips through my pores and hovers over me like a protective layer,

It doesn’t protect me.
I'm but a vessel, a cup, an urn, beautifully moulded,
But never will I amount to that which I hold.

The ghost of me wants to escape the future and be one with me.
To silence me

The sun shows signs of cracking as if it were a wall painting
I begin to realise I am trapped in a frame,
Someone’s depiction of gloom…

I can have no emotion,
I only stir it up for you
You who sees me…
You know wants to know me…
You who's been cold under the blazing sun

misconstrued space
linear object-naivety
exudes this place
high-rise freeway three-dimensional waste

Light waves, frequencies, and distorted thoughts. Aligned with misperceptions. Auras tainted with beings of another stage. My duality cracks into a million faces. Astral physicists of higher realms. Who needs a doctor when you have perfectly good shamans? Green monsters, unseen to the naked eye. I remain broken as twisted images carry me along the sea of paranoia.

I walk around my hundred person hot tub party
and I
cannot feel anything
crawling through my veins alcohol takes over
alone in my yellow living room full of people

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The girls from the local apartments are here
they arrive in groups of three
five
six
sometimes in long trains of sixteen
I try not to **** my pants with laughter
as I hug and greet each one as they grace my home
I never thought I would be this person
this tongue tied host

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the felons are here talking about their latest stints in jail
the Olympian is talking about how he walked next to Lebron James at the opening ceremony
the musicians are serenading a girl that does not want to hear it
plastic bags have been placed over the smoke alarms
the marine is talking about killing in the desert
leaning on the northward wall I take a long drag of my blunt trying to look aloofly attractive
, but failing miserably at the act
until she walked up to me
red leather jacket
skin so soft
binding black dress
I liberated her from it and she kissed me
Kissing her back emptied my inhibitions and the morning after: when I found out he was in love with her and I had slept with her; I felt alone all over again
She ran when this was spoken
Me and him fought with our fists
nothing got resolved
all of a sudden
I feel isolation again
just like the party
leaning on the northward wall
having made thirty conversations
none of which compel me
finally leaving me to the world
that exists in my head
THE ONE I CONTROL

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I have this negative kick back
whenever I feel something going too nice
I just want to be in my room
alone
with a computer
books
marijuana
a chair
pen
paper
precious paradise
I want to run
tear my flesh off my chest
rip into a heavy metal howl
then have blasting music come in
come in from every corner of the room
the bass tones would bounce from the corners
the high tones would bounce of the walls and refract rapidly
and I would be gone
now wondering
what my position is to where they stand

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What worlds we can mentally create
and which do we want to step into
Sometimes the ability is strong on Tuesdays but not on Thursdays
Why the inconsistency?