Habromania

you’re the worst kind

of mental disturbance

.

an overreactive type

of chemical imbalance

.

you’re the bad version

of a daydream in winter

.

a paroxysmal state of

transience in evermore.

ghost in the walls

Broken compass still moving forward
A constant north, the one I’ll never know
Like everything, I gravitate to what ends up killing me
We’re separated by a hell of a lot more than the sky…

~*~

i have not dwelt

simply to haunt the stubborn

nor to be wasted away

by tides of hubris.

i may be a mere spectre

but i am nary a ghost

nor another figment of your

mischievous imagination.

you may think me but

another flickering shadow

lingering past peripheral visions,

in the darker corners of your

tired, bleary, hallucinating eyes,

but i am not transient

and quiet mantras and disheartened

prayers will not be enough to

make me go away, vanish.

and my silhouette shall eclipse

your sunrise mind, until

persistence turns to paranoia

and mysticism turns to madness,

morphing your shallow dreams

into abysmal nightmares…

you deserve it,

for you are a murderer—

you have not killed my body,

but you have mercilessly mutilated

my spirit, leaving my heart

beating steady yet badly hollow,

making me vainly ache

for the former tragedy instead.

with what you have done,

it is only fair and just for me

to be the deathless past

billowing rather furiously

behind your closed curtains,

trapping you in my perpetual gale

as you have done to me.

for i have not dwelt simply

to be another superstitious legend

passed around in whispers,

nor will i stay in insignificant limbo

just to be entirely washed away

by the arrogant tides of

the fear you once called love.

~*~

Your wings might be broken but it’s not too late
You hide your emotions so you can escape
You can’t be afraid to make mistakes
And you can’t fake perfection…

Glimpses in the Garden

Yellow paper aeroplanes soar overhead candy mint skies

The scoops on napoleon ice cream, pastel flavours thrice

Glimpses of the shy sun behind hazes of clouds and milk

Freshly mowed lawn fragrance wafting on afternoon bilks

Silk ribbons weaved together, chromatic red striped poles

Lazed reading, lemonade kisses, insouciant relaxing goals

Fields of neon chartreuse and coasts painted in deep blue

Ravelling riparian tides with umbrellas raised as bees flew

Daydream cloisonné, summery denouement in gold thorns

Slipstreams and vignettes spun on calliope hearts to adorn

Lucky recherché, fruitful fructescence, and agrestic weather

Nickel shops with deciduous fans, on a transient hither-thither.