Rocks ripple my river reflection
as amber and caramel leaves spiral
from sleeping oaks
landing atop water as lily pads
and clothing my mirror image.
I envy the resting trees,
tucked in for the winter.

shapes materialize
as the darkness envelops

my mind’s inventions

People leave

Little ghosts dangling

And you see the gaps

Muddy footprints and outline bodies

There is a crime

Or maybe I think there is a crime

When a friend

Yanks themselves from your life

And you find yourself

Talking to yourself

Contemplating if they had

Just imaginary

i imagine his hands are warm
they fit so perfectly in mine
my mood would instantly transform
and everything would be fine

i imagine his smile
so beautiful and bright
if everything was dark for a while
i'd know it would all be alright

but then i'm back here
in my cold, empty bed
for a man that holds me dear
only exists in my head

Empty, and insanity.
A world, an imaginary bliss.
A mindspace, nothing to believe.

I am
fed up

of this
game
with
you

I have
created
in my head

Fed up
with this
imaginary world

tearing me
apart

Fed up
with the
impairing
the
glaring

Everything was dark and dull...
Sometimes I would see a ship's hull.
If I were lucky, I'd spot sea animals...
There were no walls...
But I was trapped...
The sea bottom was not mapped...
And I was stuck down there...
I couldn't go anywhere...
Till someone helped me up to the surface of my troubles...
We popped the sea bubbles...
We laughed together...
Even though it was windy weather...
I will never forget that day...
I hope the happy memories will stay...