Night like these...

On nights like these I wish I was numb,
my eyes would fall back into my head,
 and my thoughts would float along.

On nights like these I can feel all my insides,
begging for a new capsule of life to carry them through the tides.
They pulse through heartache present,
 but sink in heartache past.

On nights like these I force my mind to teleport,
I think of past escapes and build forts,
to cushion me through this fall.

I can feel my heart stretching,
it warms up on nights like these,
hoping to hark all the trouble it went through,
and find justice in its fees.

I know not what triggers this uninvited guest,
but I know on nights like these,
I just want to be put to rest.

-M

Fix.

I crawled into bed, hoping to find that subconscious fix behind my eyes.

My head it hovers over scenary unknown of a utopia that I made when I was just 4 years old.

Color is rare, but spirits are high as I sore across these imaginary lines,

being no stranger to this free falling land, I let my heart whisper of it’s demands.

He listened and cryed alongside the hopeless stutter that speaks of a life much cluttered than others.

So he hovered along, scheming the snatching,

of a heart thats not one for catching.

 Just as he reached for the unattainable gift, my eyes started bouncing and my heart skipped a beat, which made my utopia all just a dream. 

-M