Demons

Demons -

They draw me in, 

deeper and deeper...

I weep in sin,

wishing for the reaper.

This familiarity, the comfort

of darkness engulfing me all over again

This is fight or flight.

But in their embrace, I feel nothing;

I mean - I feel like I'm nothing.

Accepting, settling in my damp bed...

I withdraw and close out.

Tonight, I bed my demons once again,

For their whispers are my sweet nothings...

Rest

Rest, if you must.

The steel in you rusts from lusts of pitiful desires.

Exhale.

Forge instead - strengthen from the sparks arising

from the embers of your brave, burning heart.

Rest, if you must. You must go on. 

Perhaps...

Perhaps materialistic attachments are addictive because of the control over their discard as opposed to human attachments and the lack of control over discord.

Racing Thoughts in my Shower

Hot Girl Summer

Restless & screaming children,
Sound of the fan blades whirring,
10 hours of head numbing cicada calls,
To a constant hum of the most raided refrigerator.
Everybody wants to be heard;
Nobody wants to listen.

The high pitched mating calls of cicadas compete with
The loud, unpleasant thoughts inside my head
As if the heat and humidity aren't already patronizing me enough.

Dry spells everywhere, yet beads of sweat
Send shivers down my body..
I look up to the pink and purple setting sky for respite,
He turns away and -  instant darkness...

Until come the rain, pattering -
She brings thunder along, wiping everything clean.
A flash of light, too,
Illuminating the silence.

A calm so suffocating,
it can only be a hot, summer's night.

Blush

The sound of the water running as I shower,
Drowns out all the noise in my head
All I can feel now is the goosebumps on my soaked skin;
Perhaps, a naughty thought of me in your mind crept in -
Perhaps, it was a memory of us,
Perhaps...and I jolt aside as I feel,
the sharp burn of hot water, almost as if it was
reminding me...
...as i look down my hot, blushing skin,
that we cannot be each other's, even in 5 min fantasies...

Breathtaking

I want to look into your eyes.
Cup your cheeks in my palms.
Kiss you softly on your lips;
And write my "I Love You" on them with mine,
So that you remember how it feels,
When someone whom you love and care deeply for,
Says that they love you - 
To feel their vibrations on your lips,
And remember it was those moments of breaths that were taken,
That made them the most breathtaking of all!