Reflection in Nature

Only in my dreams do I see the woman,
The one that never was, as she comes to be,
As she’s summoned from the sea, as she pauses,
Then walks on water to me, as I call her.

Only in my dreams does the wind give name,
To one that time forgot, as she flies.
A sun to fill my eyes, she pauses,
Then falls as dappled light, on a morning.

Only dreams, In a daze I see them wane,
Ones that grew, ensnared my brain,
Then sucked my mind like rain, then paused,
To scream discoloured pain, and rot.

The dreams fade, as only dreams do,
Once I’ve woke, and the day is new.
As I gather their shades of blue, I pause,
To find an earthen tomb, and in they drop.

I sit and play with sticks, they kindle, and I think,
Of shapes in the flame, lips in the flicker,
The smoke lingers, the smell sticks to my fingers,
And whispers smoulder, hints of hints,
The red shrinks, the yellow speaks,
Without pause its kiss burns and taunts,
Painful pleasure, coldest heat.
A fool to hope? Another dream?

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Virus Content

“I’m destroying the bridge to the person
That has been destroying me,” were the words
She shared with ensnared Instagram followers,
Plucked from one of a million content providers,
The ones literally begging for shares and likes,
Analytics that taste nice but leave them hungrier.

I digress, my attention span, my focus on the here,
Has dropped dramatically the last five or so years,
As my addiction to social media took over,
Defining my worth by likes has made me colder,
Less empathetic and hyper self-aware,
All part of the package baby, the digital era’s here!
Feeling lonely, worthless, suicidal or lost?
There’s an app for that, download it at once!

I’ve Grown impatient with dated convention,
Almost as much as with people displaying
A lack of knowledge for convention at all,
Yet writing “Atypical” on their bio on their blogs,
And spitting snobbery at the labor of their peers,
Ah, typical, I suppose that’s me?
Typical Timmy needs to learn his place,
Give up the craft and worship your face?

But back to my story,
She shared that picture….
And I just stared,
And wondered if ever
I said or did
A thing to destroy,
In a simple case
of girl texts boy.
We’d met and kissed,
Flirted and laughed,
We said we’d meet
Again next chance,
We texted again,
Flirted some more,
But on the day to meet,
She ceased rapport.

No word for days from her phone or facebook,
But her twitter was active, so no deadly fate
Had befallen her, thankfully, and yes I was worried,
T’was that suddenly she’d ended our story.
But I left it there,when she shared the picture,
No good can come of this particular stranger
Pushing myself through blocks of text,
Demanding likes, love, respect.