Inside out_

A
Gruesome
Noise
Comes
From
Outside
And
My
Ears
Twinge

A
Killing
Twinge
Comes
From
Within
Sharp, sharp
Pain

And
In the midst
Of it all

I
Don’t
Know
Which
Hurts
More

The
Unwanted
Contact
With
The
Outside
World

Or
My
Own
Succumbing
Inner self

In my parallel reality*

Today is one of those days
When I feel the urge
To dig a hole
Under my desk
Slip into it
And slide downward
Into a parallel reality
Where it rains fireflies
And snows colorful feathers
A parallel reality
The existence of which
Is bound to the walls
Of my own mind

Naked in a spaceship

She told him she was tripping
On nothing but threads of fresh air

A natural high

He, oblivious to his surroundings,
Did not take too long
To join her on the same cloud

“Let’s sleep together”, she said
“here, on this earth, in this place and time”

He smiled
But in his mind
They were naked in a spaceship

He was unaware of the fact
That through his eyes
She could read what was going on inside

His smile faded when he heard her say:
“Tonight, together we fly”

[re]create

Remember that castle we built?
Yes, the one we worked really hard on
Putting side by side sprinkles of dust
Aligning them carefully
For the whole thing not to fall apart

Remember the time it took us to build the ground floor
The basics of all other layers and details
We thought it was a secure foundation
One that can resist winds, fires and floods

We built it to last

But last it did not

No, it was not struck by an earthly clout
We destroyed it ourselves
Being too concerned about its strength
Too ambitious to give birth to something big
Something powerful, of good foundation and everlasting

We annihilate what we care about most
When we lose ourselves
Overstressing how much we care

Duality**

In my purple mind I drown
And the world no longer makes sense
You no longer make sense
Nothing really makes sense

In my purple mind I drift
And colors no longer exist
People I see in my everyday life
Take cartoon characters for a shape

People I see in my everyday life
No longer make sense

It is a different reality in there
In my purple mind

The stories I make
The lines and connections I draw
Outside the scope of my purple mind
Them too, do not make sense

Did I become too detached?
Am I that far beyond the totality of real things?

How did I end up with a double existence?

Social decay

Failure of social imagination
Has left humanless shells of skin
Roaming around the debris
Of what was once their own
And what is now nothing
But a psychological exclusion
Of the soul from its own body