Hard is a life you feel out of place in
You slide into the spaces but there are gaps along the edges
You almost fit
You've mastered the art of almost
You are the man behind the camera
Inspecting your life and trying to get the perfect shot
Commanding the things that don't fit against the backdrop of all your insecurities
Tilt
Lift
Squeeze
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost
Chin up
Back Straight
Smile
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost
Quiet down
Be careful
Not too fast
Freeze
/flash/
There, almost
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
The barbed wire in my chest
Pokes and prods with each halting breath
Nothing is easy anymore
With it sitting there
Unwinding slowly
It rakes its claws against my insides
Around my bones
Into my lungs
Any sudden movement
Any risk
Any chance
Digs it only deeper
There is no room for error in this body of mine
I am a walking keep out fence
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
When you meet someone you know could swallow you whole
You have two options
One:
Jump into their mouths
Make their teeth your roof
and their tongue your bed
Hang on their every word
Roll with the waves of their words
Let their hot breath shape your being
Fall down their throat into their hot belly
You have no home but here
Outside is no place for you now
Two:
Run as far away as your can from the gaping cave
Plug your ears against the siren call of their voice
Do not let the inhale of their lungs pull you
Do not be small enough that they could fit you inside
Stand on your own
They are no place for you
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
The biggest tragedy in this life is when
extraordinary things become ordinary
Not because their sparkle dulls
or because they refuse to shine
But because we have taken
their beauty for granted
It is a little death to be sure
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I think I would not mind if I were not me
To be me is an awfully taxing thing to be
I live and I breathe
I hear and I see
I am grateful to live and breath
Hear and see
But I wouldn't mind all that much
If I could just be
Like the wind or a tree
Being just to be
Yes I think it would suit me
To just be
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
Sometimes I just lay in bed breathing
Just breathing
Hoping lightning will strike and the world will feel as pretty as it does in pictures
Bright
Frozen
Illuminated
And then it will set me on fire
I will burn brighter
Feel more
Feel something
Something besides yearning
Feel fulfilled
Feel filled
Feel more than nothing
And then the room will go dark
But I will still be
Lying here
Filled
With lightning
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Just do what makes you happy my mom says to me
I reply: What makes me happy is other people being happy
She tells me this is no way to live
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
Every breath is ripped from my body
It burns like a dragons fire
My eyes stare forward
Fixed, unseeing
My flesh is no longer gives
It is steel wrought from the heat of my fury
Too much
Words float on the edges of my tortured mind
Red and sharp
Begging to be strung together
But through the ****** haze my mouth refuses to move
My lungs refuse to help the words along
I see nothing
I say nothing
But I feel everything
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Oh
What would I do without Misery?
My sister at arms
What is a day
Not tinged with gray?
Who couldn't she ****** with her charms?
If shes always there
Happiness has no place
Get out!
She says with a frown on her face
Misery is a tragic beauty
Like a frown behind a smile
I invited her in
Told her to stay for awhile
If I wasn't sad who would I be?
Misery loves company
And I am always free
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC