We are just ghosts
Aimlessly passing the time,
Forgotten places
Left behind,
Boarded up doorways
Stained by decay,
Restlessly looming
In the deepening gray,
Disappearing beneath
The undergrowth

I found her
resting atop a hill.
Where fields stretched
far beyond I could imagine.
As I approached her
She told me her name
and took my hand
and led me to places
I never thought I would go.

She led me through lustful forests.
Which heightened my senses
to the point where my mind
was overtaken by
every essence of her.
She craved for me
and I could not resist.
She pulled and tugged
at my heart.
Just as she did my hand.
Until I practically
became her shadow.

I followed her
through bad times
that brought about feelings
of pain and suffering.
These feelings would
gradually transform
to endless tears that would
slowly drip from my face
like rain upon a window.
She was still with me
but I felt her slipping away
from our grip and leaving me
to return to the restless state
I once belonged to.

She soon drifted away
and I refused to be alone
so I chased her.
With all of my strength
I pursued her for days.
Until her presence
no longer existed before me
and I was once again
alone.

Ready and itching
Everything is too far out of reach
Struggling to get further
Telling them all I want out
Losing my ******* mind
Everyone infuriates me
Struggling to get anywhere
Stuck

when it began:
dissonance.
a mind disjointed,
filled with a million words,
a thousand broken promises
and maybe a few nolstalgic memories.
there's nothing to romanticize when
everything collides.

A lonely hour catalyst:
chain reactions like fast paced domino sets,
falling rapid and helpless,
trailing below.
wavelengths of a thought process contaminated by restlessness.

note:
let sleeping poets lie (awake)
to dream out their dreams
and make futile wishes on dead comets
and empty sunrises.

He was a creeper
I was a late night sleeper
Every night
he'll be under my bed
While i'm trying to fix
the loose thread
At night I try
But whenever he drops by
**I just can't

I wonder if I'll sleep tonight,
But then I laugh as I check reality.
I never sleep at night
Because my mind won't sit still.

I'll lay there and think.
Not that I mind.
I'll think of my day,
What has come and what has yet to pass.
But not that I mind.
I'll think of those I know,
Where I'm going
And what I wish.
And it's not that I mind,
But the only problem is,
Even when my body rests,
My mind continues on it's way.

My mind will dream a vast landscape
With all my treasures held within.
Those things that I hold dearest,
And those things I wish to hold dear,
That simply. Float. Away.
Alas! Just barely out of grasp.

But I really don't mind.
Because when I awake,
I have the pleasure
Of chasing those floating aspirations
With actual plausibility of capturing them.

Sleep…Come back to me.
Take this room of coal black

and turn it into a vision of the sea.

Transform these tangled sheets
into a luscious robe fit for royalty,

and have thy citizens kiss they feet.

Let a soft cloud be thy pillow rest

up high in the dark, starlit sky.

Letting the clean air fill thy chest.

Make this bed one made of roses.

Have thy sweet laying beside thee

with a ring hidden before he proposes.

Let the curtains shut out the light

so I may stay in this false reality;

for behind my lids hold a prettier sight.

Took this vision of the sea 

and turned it into the dawn.
Sleep…Come back to me.

proscribed extra-curious carnality be gone, begin, become the
exigent immersion of a prescribed insertion, deep genetics
within this drowning pool, drooled and tooled. now cruel
jewel, for this dowsing fool, offer up a different inheritance,
draw wider tracks of innate capture, let mortal culpability
sail white whaled, high tailed, to a communal land of
neutral precept not constrained by dictate neuter. one click,
**** temptation, flavoured Russian,  *** Asian. first though
herbal, fruitful,  extension. such friendship investment, one
****-k sensation, new phone, who phone, ***** moan,
iFone©, fear & gear. solutions are here, hear? with 1 or
more I full, sim-pull, sinful maybe? snout deep, cracked
badger’s honey kink, snake in ‘n’ baking ‘n’ shaken sac,
quick, whip crack a flay, today? the way you wear those
ankles so well that far back, a la mode, cherry high pie
and cream, no sweet reluctance of bristling itch, searching
eye ******* incontinent twitch from mondo trespassed
hush-pushed niche.

My, my, my* -
My body knows
That you are not here.
It's tired, it's restless -
It needs your *******
Pressed up against it;
Your thigh tucked in
Between both of mine.

I don't miss you -
I need you.
My body knows
And I have a fever.