melatonin

sleep is just an escape

for the lucky ones that find it

a place reality cannot enter

resting soundly while the boat sails on

settle for a little slumber

it's not running away if your legs aren't moving

you are going nowhere, stagnant

the cycle continues and you have no control

your only hope is finding fleeting instances
where all you see is the inside of your eyelids

your cure is yet to be found

you're alone in this game and you're getting weaker

voices make their way through these walls

reminders that no matter what, you are separated

your pain is your strength

the sailor is eventually swallowed by the sea

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falling slowly, hardly knowing where things lead

protectiveness and possibilities

eyes that never sleep and lips that never speak

but oh, these ears hear everything

this mind, it thinks too much

this heart, it feels too much

enough for them and them some more

but deciphering itself would seem impossible

my dear, you are indeed complex

but intricate doesn't always make for interesting

you need some time, you need some space

but neither are the barriers you hope them to be

running and hiding, the coward's game

coming out of your comfortable cocoon, too soon?

when staying risks being eaten before you see daylight

vow

endlessly i'll love you, but that's not a promise i can make if every day my lungs move to keep me breathing, and my heart pumps to keep blood flowing. so captivated and relentless, i'll be your slave to be no more enslaved to my immunity of stillness, evermore i'll be just as i am, which isn't good enough for you, but always striving for the hooded hawk that flies to hunt and returns at the whistle.

she sees that i see

but with her persuading vibrato

she keeps the others enchanted

using unprettied words, i seek the answer

laughing off the pointed untruth, they sigh

pretend with me, she begs with bashful eyes

ignore intuition? i begin to despise

new eyes

i once cried my woes,

to an old and weathered man,

he listened so intently,

as only aged men can.

i told him of my troubles,

of how i'd been played out.

i asked him "what's the purpose?"

and he said, "you'll soon find out."

"you see, my child," he began,

"you distress over your loss,

like someone expecting to receive

flowers sprouting from a cross."

"but a cross is what we carry,

and yours is as rare as they come.

there are those that have a lighter path,

while there is only adversity, for some."

"a heart beating for others

is both a cursed and blessed state,

when all you have is all you give,

all you are is there for them to take."

"though your solitude makes you stronger,

and there is peace in being an island,

there are only endless waters surrounding,

perimeters often set, changed, and moved by them."

"a heart that big is only good for one thing,

and, alas, hurting is what it is.

if you've come to seek a change of fate,

just remember that what you feel is His."

riddles

and so we wonder

at the chance meeting of two souls

so similar and so different

flying, but wings beating separately

a look, a laugh

a heart to keep it pumping

this is my quiet stream

letter to a friend

i am afraid to leave you

if only for the sake

that you may take that

as me quitting

as me throwing in the towel

but it's just a stance

a chance to regroup

the pawn that moves

to establish a better standing

the ability to carry on

closeness is so far away

and next door is much too close

i need a place where i can sigh

not find torment in every corner

a stranger in my own house

if fighting is stamina

i am the least of these

my best effort is simply to be

to remain as i always promised

i'll stay