I exist far beneath the floor boards
I'm an apparition
Dragging my way through halls
Carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of nothing
I feel nothing
I recollect nothing
I'm not sure I even am
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
The overcast skies drag me
onward, onward
into despair
The chilled wind sings me
deeper, deeper
towards slumber
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
for years I prayed to a God who isn't there,
when I stopped,
I saw the raven in the church hall.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
As I swallowed my miseries,
the pain consumed me,
the weakness nipped my heels,
I felt fear.
As I sat in the hospital bed,
the ocean drained my sorrows,
the needle pierced my soul,
I felt weakness.
As I closed my eyes in group therapy,
the sins of others spoke to me,
the sins of myself consumed me,
I felt nothing.
But as I sat in the caged courtyard,
the wind embraced me,
the sun caressed me,
I felt peace.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
do not tell me that my sickness is fake
because I know all too well
how it feels to be
bound in chains only I can feel
with a terror only I can sense
vines around my throat
muffling my cries
and gasping for breath with plenty of air around
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
I am a child of the wind
turbulent and cold
inviting and warm
*I bring storms
I bring rain
I bring comfort
I bring destruction*
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
I am a child of the ocean
*undulating and cold
peaceful and warm*
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
A blue black cloud, all over me is written JOY
in the script of vapor, dense, moist and meaningful,
I am light, like a feather, the breeze is in love with me for that,
I love his gentle persuasion to waft, move about, explore..
and then--ravaged by wind my love changes direction.
I love freedom more than anything, but forgot limits, hover
now, I am no more attached to the green hills, they are jealous,
far above them am I, untouched by their vainglorious pride,
I am not hard-hearted, parched fields send shivers of lightning
break me in to thousand smaller pieces, scatter around.
My love for this earth is kindled by the sights unfurling below
all the egrets, cormorants, storks and herons of great magnificence,
those kind hearted friends that fly with me often are in pain
like the farmers, there isn't enough water for anything.
A cloud is a thought, inspired by the love for mother earth
by the ocean I am gifted to the breeze, to tour around,
on many lands fell my shade, found life in all varieties,
now is the time to be kind at heart, melt, fall in torrents.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
life will get better
then worse
then better again
because life is not about
consistency
it will change
it will hurt
but it will be beautiful
and broken
and incredible
and horrible
and worth it
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
When you're lying in bed
wondering
asking
how am I going to keep living
remember that you're here for
wondering
asking
how am I going to change their lives
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC