Humans are self, creatures. Care free or less

This is me not happy
Now.

Haunting ghost lies
beside me at night

Lust slides up my body
Brushing my lips with memories

She tends to notice the things that are missing more acutely than appreciating what is present.

Jester.

I am a fool. Laugh at my antics for I am here to amuse you.

But I keep forgetting the punch line. Unseen, the next scene

and how does the beginning truly to start?
My words are backed up with so much...I cant even complete that
sentence even I dont know whats clogging my thoughts.

It could take days to sort out and give out the right memo

to the right person, at the right time.

How deep do
I really tend to fall? I forget, something to do with isolation.
I do that a lot. Just give me another hit
and I will probably remember tomorrow.

What was this a joke?
I not laughing. But, should I be?

Giving her the chance to be happy is The Violet..

As her willow melt with the wind
dripping it's wet leaves against my cheek

The ice shivers down into

My earth,
My happiness, 
My soil,
My feet.

Leaving my roots frozen. I am sculpted.

Cigarette conversations, Blvd Blues

Last night I met an ex crack and coke head,
trying to pull herself from the ground
by going back to school. She enjoys 80's music
and had the teeth of someone who appeared to do
a lot of drugs back in her prime.
Tar stains laid upon each pearly yellow
like a street pavement, and slowly with each word
walked me down her biting nostalgia lane on a snow fall evening.

I was so self-absorbed with how fucking cold it was that I forgot to ask a name. Oh, well. I will just call her Blvd. Blues

2:36 a.m

The bed was crowded; not that it mind. Having
a day off from being wrapped up in her loneliness
was refreshing.

Allowing the restful presence of an
other shove away momentary
melancholy. For the rest of the night.

Sitting in the dark

Sitting in the dark. Her left eye watches the present while the right views the past. She feels disconnection with the future and disappointment with time in general. Her usual illuminating comfort is at a standstill, the feeling being similar to a brightly lit light bulb giving off no heat.

Left eye twitches after watching the gradual dimming of another once blinding light, she grew cold and turned the switch off altogether as tears pools under her lids without permission. There is a room, absent of light and inside sits a girl shrouding herself in secluding darkness staring into the nothing around her.

She worries about the monsters lurking under her skin. The beast of uncertainty battles her diplomacy. Heart versus mind. Pointless because each soldier knows the victor, and yet they still fight. Honor is a word she is unfamiliar with, and it taste funny on her tongue. But she knows what lies tastes like. Bitter and sharp like the teeth of monsters gnawing on her bones.

Hope only breeds eternal misery
When you look into the abyss
The abyss will be looking back into you.
So be careful in what you hope to find,
you may receive hell within your own confines.