Inconceivably Insane

Insanity has started to make a move

it is

Infiltrating my mind
Instigating a mental revolt
Injecting doubts into my thoughts
Interjecting my speech
Insulting my rationality
Indulging in my fears

it is also

Impulsive
Incarcerating my logic
Incredulously hyperactive
Inflaming people around me
Inundating my creativity
Infatuated with me

it is ultimately

Increasingly intricate than my future in-laws
Inexplicably irritating

Dreamer

I dream - a lot

Drifting aloft but not in dreams
Reality in reality soon intervenes
Eventuality will eventually rarify
Although so, to cease to dream
Morpheus would forbid me

 

Qualm

His glasses are left on the table
That he squints his eyes
So hard to gaze at the ceiling above
Deciphering the scribbles of doubt
Printed on the shadow of the spinning fan

The still light beside the fan
Radiating teasing rays of illumination
Tainting everything they reveal
Blinding his vision mercilessly
Reminding him of mankind’s vulnerability in the dark
Seeking pride for itself like every human being

He sinks into his own bed
Like he sinks into his own thoughts
Illusive and hypocritical
Never knowingly the wind that glides on his face
The light that poisons his skin
The comfort of his only-trustable bed
Exist but are never real
Like the shadowy, doubtful scribbles
For his senses are fooled
And the mind’s deluded
By no one but himself

Ashen Snow

Wish I
LIke them; people
Papers that they throw away
Litterred with scribbles
Of dissatisfaction
Of lustrous love
Of hate
Of unending worries
Of crying jealousy
Of ugly
Of our blackened heart
Into the wastepaper basket

Wish I
Like them
Be bathed in negligence
Be basked in ignorance
Encased in the Oblivion Sphere
Of the illusive happiness
Drenched with bitter tears

Wish I
For them
To cast those papers into the fire
Burn us of our filthy emotions
To leave only the bones of compassion

Oh ashen snow
Arised from the burning fire of doubt
Winds shall lift you
And let you who bear all the bad
Be flown gracefully - away; perished!
For you will only melt into the feelings of men
Your deceiful pulchritude