i'm sacrificing so much for an image of myself i don't even think i believe in anymore

We are made of vessels.
I've traveled alone
but we bumped,
collided.

"A mistake?"
I thought.
No.

We were too different.
Why are we here?
Oh, I realised.

I see the similarities.
You and I, are made
of the same vessel.

This isn't what I expected.
A dream in the form
of a human.

-m.b

i'm going to die one day, just give me a sec.
to procrastinate my death's due day while i practice being laid to rest.  
                                                         ­                                 - g.w

I'm having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they're a hungry bunch of guests.

Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth.

You can't have supper without dessert,
So they ate up more of my
Food for thought.
And if you stay for dessert,
You may as well spend the night.
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack.

One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, "Why not stay two?"
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent.

So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home
And brought all of his friends.
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards.

I've never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they're here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don't ever
Have Life over for tea.