art

Bedtime

by lostboundries

When I’m lying in bed,

I’m in the centre

With the thoughts in my head Spread

Like puzzle pieces scattered

My dark thoughts make me nonexistent in the mess

only you really matter

Sitting in my heart

The clock ticks forward

Like a graceful snail

Your image is circles

My hurricane of thoughts

Other people’s words

Cut through me like a Knife

Blades been left too long near the fire

Facing the music is harder

Than playing your own

Prolong the talk with loved ones

Zoning out; escapism In my head.

I sit still, till suffering Turns to Solace.

I blink and it’s morning,

Sweat blankets me in my bed

My family all ask

“Why do you sweat”

But I’m afraid to Face facts.

Ive gotten through another day

With your voices in my head.

I didn’t want to change this peice, no imagery goes with it because there is no image for what was in my mind when I wrote this. I could almost say that what was in my head was nothing-ness, a craving for more to be there. only quelled by the thought of you, whether that’s in past remembrance or in current. I do miss you but I just won’t go back, mabye youll always haunt my dreams as a reminder.

coffee with a little honey

by lostboundries

coffee on an empty stomach makes anxious fumes, drinking such things helps us achieve our monstrous task.
we create honey because we are told, encouraged, and pushed towards it.
but that does not mean bees do not get tired, a little slurp from the beekeeper’s enticing mug goes a long way, starting on the right foot, a productive day.
Inside most cups of coffee are a little something sweet.
bees are no wiser than to eat the fruits of their labor

when I wrote this, I was thinking alot of how we eat alot of our capital that we work for, it often times gets thrown back into these big coorporations without ever having the worker see the benifits.