A Poem by Jesse Lancaster

What am I but a pile of dreams cut short? Stars without luster.



Some nights leave me waking,

opening my eyes to rooms that aren't mine 
from dreams ongoing into the arms
of those I often wish were mine to embrace

and sheets mutually belonging to myself

and unrequited loves I've yet to kiss

but when I hold my breath only to find

air in my lungs, I become eager,

lost in lust.

It's happened one time too many

that this solemn me becomes 'we' when I sleep,

dreams I never knew, wasn't used to,

eyes no longer red, white teeth

gleaming with every stupid joke

I knew you'd devour,

it makes for a bitter morning,

worse with each waking moment, 


It's only when I see cinderblocks staring back
at me that I realize what I've done,

another illusion, memories from days I've never had,

songs you never sung, so I lie awake

dissecting, thinking, analyzing, you
run through my brain

every waking thought filled with you

and even when it's at it's worse I can't wait 

to sleep in the hope of waking up 

next to you.

© 2012 Jesse Lancaster

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I loved this! Well done. It was really good!

Posted 8 Years Ago

clever =]
i read it again and again..

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Added on December 14, 2012
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Jesse Lancaster
Jesse Lancaster

Manchester, CT

I'm Jesse Lancaster. No I'm not. I am: 19 And now: @ Uni for my sophomore year. My writing draws heavy influences from the music I listen to, other writers (such as Chuck Palahniuk, John Green a.. more..