constant daydreams of ravishments are torturing my hopes and wishes
hunger and need growing to all consuming heights
lush pain spreading through my body through my veins
farther along with every heartbeat
i want to feel you all over me
take over me until there is nothing left of myself
completely,
utterly,
purely,
lost in the heat and fire of entwining bodies
my *** obsessed poetry is nothing compared to the reality beyond my fingertips
passion obsession is driving me through pains both icy hot
like bursts of winter wind
to the extremes of my daydreams and nightdreams
livid with flesh burning heat and desires til i'm suffering
total suffocation from your passion inhalation
craving for little deaths to take me by storm

Sometimes words just can't say what you feel
And the most beautiful poetry is

the tears sliding down your cheeks

the memory of being too small to understand anything but a smile

holding someone's hand for the first time

the pain no one can really put into words, when you lose the most important person in the world

The daydreams and nightdreams and everything else inbetween

And knowing you are loved

My life is here
Yours another, far,
My mind travels
Cant help it afar
Everything now is different
With you, so close to you
Without you,so far from you
Insignificant

Melancholy unveils
From a forgotten past
Of lost meanings
Unexpectedly uncovered
And in the corner
Happiness also lingers
like in a child's heart
And day dreams and nightdreams

Lonely but not alone
Trapped
My heart remembers what it is to
Be important, to be free
To love
And desires
And fears
But knows
And wonders when will this lead
To my undoubting heartbreak.

there's been a collection of
rather
dark thoughts lately

and he was
studying it from the comfort
of his bed

The other day he found a good pillow
in the dumpster
and used it to cover the spot
on the mattress where the
rusty springs emerged
Now the bed was fine again

good enough for
daydreaming

After you've tried out all herbs
and powders
all that's left are the dreams

the daydreams
and the nightdreams
and the nightmares
and the daymares

On another day spent dumpster diving
he'd found a plastic bag
with about six severed hands
They were still cold

some mafia **** was going on
in the city

He took them home
and tried to cook them
hoping to obtain at least some bits of meat

He had no pan and of course no oil
so he impaled them with iron
rods at the writs
and placed them upright in a barrel
he lit up

He sat back watching them
smelling them

Higher on hunger than on the herbs
he'd smoked

And then he'd realized
that they were women's hands
and fantasized about
them springing to life and crawling over
him and doing things to him

It gave him a *******
or perhaps the illusion of one

but regardless
that was a fun night

The closest he came to having females
over. Some who cooked and
fed him after the fun time

He'll remember that night
for the rest of
his life