I am going around in circles
It's too dark
everything is too tall;
all the same.
I am going in circles
People telling me I'm worth it
around, around, around
But I still deny it.
I am going in
sane; what a sought-after word
circles, circles, circles
I can't seem to walk in a straight line.
Am I in?
There's a tunnel of light
going, going, going
that I want to run into.
I am..
A bit dizzy; I feel sick
in, in, in
I want to get somewhere
I
Unable to move from these loops
am, am, am
I collapse to the ground, out of breath.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
run like bitter breeze
flow in her waves of guidance
and let your wings rest
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
Quietly my hand
caresses the fire with joy;
I watch my hand burn.
My body drowns in
the ocean's gentle feathers;
emerged in slumber.
My hand reaches for
the stars, trying to grasp the
untouchable air.
Energy flows through
your presence, travelling from
your very own core.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.
Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.
Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.
Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
One tick, one tock
I drag around myself in sleep
Breathe in, breathe out
A heavy sigh escapes from me
Tomorrow becomes today
I try my best to stretch the night
Until the sun comes up
Until i can wake up
My body's tired
My mind is too
Still in a state i drug myself
Shadows forming around the corners of my eyes
My lids are heavy but my mind is aloof
A void
A vast space leading to nowhere but is everywhere
Every night I cover myself with it
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
Unfinished notes,
Unheeded lessons,
Distracted mind,
Stolen glances,
Fantasies in the day,
Dreams at night,
Chasing a lost cause,
Lovelorn.
Two years later,
I’m still only two benches away from you,
Yet you are a thousand miles away.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
Stars laid out before me on this ever haunting eve,
seem to laugh in all their glory, while I can only grieve.
For myself and for others, and all with our disease,
our silence is solace for the ones we'll soon bereave.
I've laid my last brick and the wall's standing proudly,
a monument to the filth which always surrounds me.
It is me.
And I'm feeling kind of good again,
knowing the bricks keep all safe from my sin,
that with time no one will remain,
bringing a day with the ending of pain.
Sometimes I struggle to peak over my wall,
jumping and screaming to no one at all,
wondering if anyone is out there still waiting,
and knowing they aren't is sometimes frustrating.
Of course there is no one left anymore,
and saddened as I am, that's what walls are for.
I did this with purpose and now I can bleed,
with no one to be hurt by my dying deed.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
All of our cards are on this rotting table
they are soaked in our blood
but we play them anyway.
A sick game,
you like to play.
A bad bet,
as you like to say.
My cards are turned right side up
everyone can see my hand
except me.
A misplaced trust,
I had given you.
A poor chance,
the cards I drew.
We play for the big prize,
you say it's fair chance
that you won the bet on me.
Yet we both know I did not know the rules of the game.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
The cup of coffee sits still on the table
the dark liquid boiling, bubbling
the steam suffocating; filling my lungs.
My hand around its neck;
my nose inhaling the toxicity.
my mouth falling from the sky;
drowning in the ocean.
Dark liquid surrounds my mind;
i have lost it.
My fingers grazing the magma,
an unfazed gaze on the wall
where the sun twirls.
Slowly sinking in the ground,
a late morning; early afternoon.
The cup of coffee sits still on the table
the light liquid freezing, static
the steam condensed; watered-down foam.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC