I'm here again.
In my thinking place.
I see you're here too.
Welcome back.
Its been a while.
Thank you for coming,
I wasn't sure if you'd return.
I know I wouldn't, if I could avoid it.
While relaxing on the path,
the tree line hides monsters.
There are no animals here,
only thoughts, the ones on the path are safe.
But the ones, beyond the trees,
thoughts of angst, and depression
hide just within the shadows.
They present themselves as horrible beasts.
stalking, waiting for me to step off the path.
Waiting to sink their teeth in me.
To trap me in their web, and never let me go.
It helps to have you here,
sharing this place with me,
the path is less narrow.
The monsters that hide along the edge
are less bold when we share this thinking place.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
You are my spring
Fresh and new
young and welcoming
blossoming and lively
optimistic for the seasons to come
You are my summer
Hot and breezy
relaxing and refreshing
radiating warmth
looking forward to fall
unaware of the encroaching cold
You are my fall
Crisp and vibrant
golden and fruitful
enchanting but decomposing
weary of winter,
and the creeping frost
You are my winter
Cold and barren
sharp and silent
bitter and dead
waiting for spring
praying for the thaw
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Feelings differ
between people
on the subject of sleep.
Some find comfort
peace, happiness
between the sheets.
Others would rather
spend their time out of bed
looking for adventure
taking in the present.
But me
I never get up
and I never sleep.
I am always in the dark.
I am never safe.
For my dreams haunt me
same as the hours I spend awake.
My mind never rests.
There is no escape
from this
dark place.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Driving home
Walking on the beach
Sitting on the edge of a cliff
Do I turn into traffic?
Do I sink beneath the sea?
Do I slip off the edge?
The void calls to me
and the voice is getting louder.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
I'm bleeding.
There is no way to stop it
I've done this to myself
I cant break this habit.
It's not physical,
but the pain is real
These next moments are pivotal
I don't want to feel.
The river slows to a creek
and then a stream.
But it never stops flowing,
it fills my dreams.
I'm never safe
from myself it seems.
I'm bleeding.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Tick
This is dangerous
I'm thinking again.
Nothing good comes
from the thoughts I have.
As they run through my head
my sanity does the same.
A delicate balance.
Am I going insane?
My thoughts imprison me,
trapping me in this time.
Betraying my trust,
I'm losing my mind.
Tock
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Growing up
We would play in the snow
How we took that time for granted
Little did we know
We would soon be lost in the storm
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
As I stroll through the woods
Sun at my back
Laying softly across my shoulders
I think to myself how badly I wish
Someone might understand me
I glance down, acknowledging
the autumn leaves in my path
As they acknowledge me
Their soft crunches
Whispering secrets
I understand them
They inspire me
Beautiful as they cling to life
Even more graceful
as they fall to their death
I love this place
I look around,
soaking in the serene fall setting
Who? Who are you?
Have you been here this whole time?
I'm talking to you
Please answer me
Why are you in this place with me?
I guess it doesn’t matter
You’re in my head now
You can see my thoughts
And I guess I am in yours.
Do you understand me?
Do you want to?
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC