one day
i might just disappear
its crystal, transparent, clear
nothing lasts forever here

seasons change like a light switch
days fleeting, s p r e a d i n g out their wings
i wont answer my telephone for weeks
i'm scared to talk to people
vulnerability makes me weak.

missing people are never truly gone
they've got to be somewhere
paris, berlin, helsinki, oslo, nouakchott
san francisco, caracas, mexico city
dead, deep in the ground
alive, mentally sound
fossilising.

one day, i might be free
every day is a dream when
nothing feels quite real

The silence is deafening.
How many days has it been?

I can almost make out the faint calls,
Of someone in the distance.

But just as quickly as they appear,
They vanish without a trace.

So, I sit against the wall,
Hugging my knees to my chest.

Scratches on the rough concrete behind me
Marking the depth of my agony

How long will I rot in this cage,
Before someone notices that I am missing?

I've counted the days in whispers,
measuring the silence between us like broken glass.
You linger like the petrichor after the rain,
a reminder of something that should've been washed away.

I've traced your name in dust,
the even consonants and odd vowels.
hoping the wind would carry it,
and let it vanish the way we did.

I look for you in crowded rooms,
like a dream I never wished to wake from.
but I just find you in my thoughts,
you come back too often, too close.

so if you're not mine to keep,
may God keep you away from me.

can you really vanish in this day and age

ene where social media haunts and stalks you

purchases on credit cards are tracking your buying habits

cameras are located on virtually every street corner

your phone a geo locator of your every move

"make my day, try to vanish"

Andreas Simic©

I walk along a trapeze,
palms sweaty, legs shaking,
refusing to fall either way.
to go left is to fall into a fire
for a life which burns my bones.
the people will smile upon me,
oblivious to the ash surrounding them.
to go right is to fall into soft trees.
the leaves caress my skin,
but the people vanish like smoke,
and I fall to the ground.
the exact middle is survival
until I reach the other side.

I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Erased.