You are creating an identity
But is that you?
You are making a fool of yourself
By dying too.

You don't know who you are
Because you think that you are someone,
Hence your life will exist
Until it will not anymore.

In this, what sense and meaning
Do you understand?
Tell me. I would love to know.
Since I learned there is none
Long time ago.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your mind?
Because then you are
Nothing but a concept.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your body?
Because then you are
Nothing but some sand.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your soul?
Because then you are
Nothing but a belief.

I always imagined
I'm on the beach,
watching the waves roll in from your long hair booth,
seagulls flying on a sailing ship,
o it flies between the two of us
who are running around
looking for *****
on the shore
which turns out
to be close to the beach.
My lips,
so salty sweat
and sea water add happiness there.
I saw the sun rising
and setting in our e y e s,
which turned out to be a s i g n,
I needed to learn
to love the lost dusk
and also the dawn that came.
I saw the fishermen
who came
                   and then left
and that was my
h e   art
that was anchored in the old wharf which turned out to be quiet and
l               one            ly,
and was your  h   e   art  there too?
I always imagined
we forget names,
forget places,
but don't forget to go home.
Or perhaps, this is another option.
I always imagined
we were in a house in a cool village, where the rice fields were green and wide,
so vast that our l  ove was never measured.
The chirping of birds will always be heard
and answered so s w e e t l y
from tree branches
whose leaves are thick and shady; every time you
                            and
                                    I wake up.
From the windows and ventilation aisles,
sunlight e n t e r s to warm our cold bodies shivering all night
because of the
r
               a
                                i
   n
and      
         s     t    o   r   m   s
that never subside,
even though we have spent the night with various kinds of hugs
that are not the same.
Even I always imagined
you are there
when I imagined good things,
maybe when you are not by my side and I feel it is not something that feels good.
I always imagined
that I really love you.
And you really love me too.

O, I always imagined it all
when I see you smile every time
I have a bad day, and you said, everything
      must
         be
           easy
             for
              you
               to
                 go
                   through.

I imagined that, while writing this poem.

what a gentle beat.
a melody we created.
no one has ever played me like you do.

you may have every dance.

Let it, I know

Put it mostly, as if I care.
I make the time....Timely.
Nevermind.
Off center of void.
Alright I feel annoyed.
Hey...
Hi.
Like it's not.
Like I'm not.
Fine.

Garrett Johnson