Don't allow yourself to close your eyes;
To sleep or rest, to look away.
You see, you know,
They all lied to you.

Existence;
Immersed in it's ambiguities.
Meaningless suffering,
Life is unjust.

Left behind.
Drowning in real
Refusing to ignore,
It's killing you.

It is all truly there,
It is all that there is.
Onerous to accept it.
You're creating a war with a reality
Who only seeks to destroy.

Nearly lost elation,  
Thoughts transmitted in times of joy,
Hope at times afforded.
Faint memories of it will linger,
Just try to hold on.

-

You think so highly of such a lowlife as yourself,
Or are you it?
Are you it?

Who am I
At the end of the day
Who am I, really?
No one,
But a desperate child
Waiting on their not-so-lover
No one,
But a lost girl
Who misses her brother
And her mother
And the father she never had
Some one
Who breaks their own heart
Each
And every
Day
Who are you?
But the one who once held me
Like I was the only thing left for you
Who are you, really?
But the glue
Holding my frail wings together
But the sweetness in my mouth
When my body starts to hunger
But the shine in my eyes
When I finally cry
You are everything
Except mine

Summer's end,
September appears.
The passage of time is

unbelievable. I'll leave my home-town
and travel far away. I wonder what it is
I'm running from. The inheritance

of madness. I went out last night
and got off with someone.
What am I afraid of?

I’m being tickled to death
begging not to die through laughter.

'Drift'

I wish I was a spirit.

I would be able to drift:
from place to place,
person to person,
event to event.

I'd be able to visit
anywhere and everywhere,
past, present, and future too.

Memorable and
forgettable alike.

I'd be able to witness
the creation and destruction
that humanity has
inflicted and gifted
its earthly palette.

I would be able to see
all the beautiful people,
and their beautiful smiles.

Every single one of them.

Everyone would be beautiful;
for I would not have an eye
through which to behold them.

I would be able to
absorb moments
without corrupting them
with my presence.

I'd be able to condense
everything and nothing
into a droplet.

I could drink forever.