Ghosts Like Illusions

[~K]

You
and
Me;

There's really
no such
thing.

We are the stuff
that myths
are made from.

We are
contentment
gone awry.

We are only
pretending
to be restless,

to
remember
what it meant,

to
be
alive.

[mnaz]

contentment gone awry, yet only pretending to be restless...
at first glance a contradiction.

A good thing, probably, but never a sure thing.... the reality and the myth of it.

that's my impression.

[joel]

A conversation monologue:
I heard our voices in my head.
A conversation monologue—
I spoke to you
and then retread your
might response myself;
and led our walk together lone instead.
A conversation monologue
betrayed true conversation dead.

[mtmynd]

is this all there is
this contentment
between the you
between the me
we fit so perfectly
that certainly
it just cannot be

the way i see
the way you see
our eyes locked
unitedly
embraced for all
eternity

restlessly
the you... the me
prepare for
our destiny

for it's you
and it's me
together...
divinely

why question
our reality
just let us be
contentedly

floating, flowing
unhurriedly
across a sea
that will surely

see us thru
this you
this me
collectively
our spatial
we

[~K]

As I empty
my mind
to make room
for all
the thoughts
you claim,
I am drawn
into the circle
of repetitious
movements,
driven by the
climax of
eventual
insight.
The universe is
no great mystery
to someone
who loves
with every part
that makes
them up.

[4°]

sunken eyes watch me
fade into the backwoods,
got you on backorder
time is slower than death
silently i eat away at
those soft parts of self
surrounded by this all encompassing thing
all around me and so stealthy
my thirst for more grows
and swallowing pains me
i will bleed myself of the all
for the want of a ghost.

[mpc]

I can taste this one's sting.

[Totenkopf]

We are
contentment
gone awry

.



Nice.

[~K]

apparitions
need
me
I bleed their
need onto
the pages
between us
the words
blur
like nightmares
dream
of escape
ghosts
haunt
my veins
they like
to crush
my wishes
into dust
&
as
lost
as I am
they still
promise
home