A Moratorium on Dreaming

Madcap dreams of long lost ghosts,
twisted visions of a face reveling in glorious sepia 
these memories a fog,
for future laments and past loves.
Who truly is the ghost?
I the grief-addled crater of a man?,
or he the face that flashes across my view?

madcap dreams of the merest of touches,
twisted visions of melancholy, once love.
love as real as the bed I rise in,
shaking,
crying,
willing myself to be lost to the sleep.

I wonder,
how long before I lose the memories?
and I am left,
with the bed I rise in,
gasping,
paralyzed,
willing myself to be lost to the sleep.
to madcap dreams of a single look,
twisted visions of need and want, for me alone.
but the tears taint my memory,
leaving only the wisp of a former beauty,
long faded,
but not long past.

This one is another reflective poem which I wrote in a fever-dream day and night my hands tapping away my petty emotions, but I hope you enjoy regardless of my cliched emotions

Starve, Go mad, or kill yourself.

I have lost myself,
each stroke of my pen,
each click of a key,
merely lives to extend your memory.
My thoughts extend to yours,
I think no longer for me but you,
your loves,
your hates.
I hate-
love you,
you stare at me with inky eyes,
in the reflection of the pixel dawn,
I see you looking back,
eternal in word and memory.
me?
I am hopelessly mortal,
and I choose to go mad,
staring into the centre of a bittersweet daydream.

Hi all, I haven't updated in a while, but I figured I would with one of my favorite poems I have written and it is dedicated to those who can't be with us in body, but are in mind.