I am so tired,
All I want is to close my eyes,
And never open them again.

Rickety shoulders and rickety bones,
No longer is my resolve as stubborn as stone.

For the stifling heat and heart-drum-beats
Have drained it all out of me -

Not a single drop left to drink,
And my fate’s been written in ink.

i haven't washed myself
in days

there's no point
because

it can't be washed away
anyway.

i do not want to sleep
in my clothes again
but i don't have the energy
to put my pyjamas
into the dryer.

Now in this season
It smells like sweet honey nectar,
Thick, warm pollen that heavies the air, that
Overarching succulent sweetness I can
Never find. I'm nearly
Dreaming in the midst of day,
Lack of sleep sharpens this
Feeling of loss that doesn't coincide with
The growth around me - My mind
Is falling back a quarter year, another,
Chilled over somehow in direct sunlight -

                    My hunger could be assayed with
                    Those honeyed towers somewhere blooming, but
                    I've not been told where to find them -

Stumbling along with aching limbs and
Exhausted heart, forced anxious smile,
Can't seem to find these supposed fruits
That hang down at reach, give way to new days -
Just quiet, vacant preludes
Along all these miles of solitude.

Tiredness is overwhelming,
The distress is stringing,
Thoughts expressionless,
Though my writings are endless.

~A.d | 16 Dec 2014

The breath of the hesitant sun
     is cool against the nape of your neck.
Crimson red café fronts flutter in the breeze.
Your feet are bruised on cobblestones,
     your soles worn down.
The gentle murmur of the foreign students,
     the rhythm of the Hindu philosophers,
the hot smell of cinnamon thick in your head.

A subtle roar
Breathing in
At the start of dawn
Phantoms and dreamers
Half asleep, dazed
Stretching with deceitful yawns.
The soul awakens
The heart in inclination
listening to the silence
Within an illusion
Of passion and storm.
I close my eyes
With the nerve to deny
As I stare into my soul
One of ruin and sleepy edges
Only to realize
That I am no longer asleep
And you were nowhere to be seen.