the melt

numbers and figures
thoughts and emotions
anger and frustration
right here in this melting pot
days blur into a blue nothing
dead signals obstructing conscious thought
patterns emerge only to scamper away
like scared animals into dark forests
these threads are too many to hold on to
they unravel through slippery fingers
till there is nothing left
but the smoke from the burning of something great
so breathe, breathe, breathe in
and hold.

the melt is here to stay.

the fear

if some day
a strange man knocks on my door
all dressed in black and tells me that
sir, it's all over
the curtain call is here
time to call it a day
we are going to take you away
there is a fat lady standing in the street
and that bitch is dying to sing

if some day
a minor god crawls out of its cave
appears hovering above my head
slams down on my shoulders
weighing me down
it whispers in my ears
all the times that I fucked up
and smiles while telling me
of every single fucking failure

if some day
a whale floats up from the sea
flying high in the sky
following me
like a dark cloud
and sings to me
the song of its people

if some day
the rat of fear and misdeeds
finally burrows into my head
to eat all my memories
the rhymes and untold stories
and then dares to beg for more
with bloodstained whiskers

if...

lost poems

words 

written in 

drafts

old notepads

pages yellowed 

ink faded

forgotten tattoos

on ancient skin

phantom memories

muddled

by the passage of time

these words

yours or mine?