Short Collection

Comfort

Delicate
Broken
Submission
Limbs are torn
and slightly bent
The wound contains
a potent scent
I can't stop bleeding!

Vague

Those nights
bring back memories
Why can't I stop
remembering?

Dreams

These dreams are unpleasant
There are monsters and demons
of a great vastness forming one
Tonight they join
with a combination
of endless fear
Where does it end?
Where is the dream-eater?

Panic

I wish I was immortal
I wish I were fake
Unborn, unreal
Nameless to the world

In My Eyes

I woke in another place
With fire burning
and the smell of
rotten flesh.

The struggle to move
became more vacant
So I lift my leg
only to notice
there was nothing
there

A terrible laugh
A huff of hot-breath
A figure in black emerged
asking for my soul

This is what dreams
are like when
I am not sober

Erase

Waiting at the end of the road
No food
No money
No tears left to cry
I'm lost
dead to the world
Dead to the world
I've created
Sometimes
I like to envision myself
as a god
A god that saves the unfamiliar
Is there even such a thing?

Fiction/Non-Fiction Collection 2002
©Bobby Ruelas