*I think
my chest is heaving,
I'm
grieving,
perceiving
a person that I don't
understand.
Where has the time
gone?
I'm growing older and older,
I can't
climb,
now I'm falling.
Still.
My feet are still, but I'm falling.
Screaming out,
calling for a friend.
But, no one's here.
Is this the
end?*
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
*I feel like I'm dying.
Even though I know I'm not.
I'm breathing, I think.
I have to be,
but I've struggling to feel anything.
Everyone says it's impossible
to die and keep walking the earth
but I feel like the person I am died long ago
and now I'm just sitting in a suit of skin.*
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
*On a dimly lit street is a house,
with broken windows shattered from expectation
and a roof not built to hold the weight of living.
The furniture is covered in dusted memories from the past
and the floorboards creak with the sound of every mistake.
The grass that once sat atop the dirt has ran away
and the pool is filled with an ocean of tears.
The laundry hamper is full, piling up with self doubt.
This is my resting place;
a little tattered,
a little sad,
but a little hopeful.*
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
*I
am not made of stone,
even if
the way I exist says the opposite.
I
am not made of wax,
even if
the tears that fall disagrees.
I
am not made of paper,
even if
the scrunching of my soul yells otherwise.
I
am human,
even if
the chaos inside my head challenges that.
A little broken,
a little flawed.*
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
*Recently I've been having
conversations
with myself, in the dark.
I ask myself questions, like;
**"Do you have likes and dislikes?"
"Do you have hopes and dreams?"
"Where do you see yourself in the future?"**
I never respond,
I never have an answer to respond with.*
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
*I wonder,
how many kingdoms
have I blown to dust
to get where I am?*
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
*When I die
I hope my passing disturbs
the universe so much
that even Atlas's knees quiver*
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
*when you are young and naive,
your guardians will sit you down
and give you a speech about
how you can be anything you want to be.
they will look down at you with soft eyes
and say "anything you can dream, you can be"
and, you will believe it
because you are naive.
when you are a little older and a little less naive,
your guardians will sit beside you on the couch
and they'll say with hopeful eyes
"what classes will you pick?"
and they will give you a speech about
how you can be anything you want to be
and you will think for a moment before choosing.
and you will ignore how your guardians look away as you do
because you are naive.
when you are even older and even less naive,
your guardians will bring you out to dinner at your favorite place
and order your favorite food even though it is expensive
and they will look at you with nervous eyes as they ask
"what do you want to do with your life?"
and you will wait for the speech about
how you can be anything you want to be
but, it will never come
and you will stay silent for the rest of the night
because you are not naive.*
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
*It's 2 AM and everyone I know is asleep.
And, although there's no sound coming from the apartment,
it's not silent.
Because I'm still awake
and my mind is still racing,
the factory inside producing treats of despair.
They look so tasty,
despite the horror that I know lies in the middle.
But, they're calling to me.
Begging for me to bite into them,
maybe if I do I'll discover something.
Discover me.
It's 2 AM and everyone I know is asleep.*
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
*Inside a head that lays on red pillows
are thoughts of chaos.
Old and new, bright and dark.
And when hollow eyes look at
bland ceilings under soft moonlight,
the chaos gets a little neater.*
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC