Abruptly
I am thrown
into
cold cold cold
water
quickly sinking
deeper
deeper
deeper.
Once pulsating
with the sensations of
life,
my body is
silent, numb, surviving.
I feel no more.
I am
no
more.
No breath left.
I am dragged up
to
air.
like backing up
into an electric fence that I didn't know was there,
I am startled with returning sensation.
Pain, ice, misery.
I take a breath, and wait
to go
numb.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
I am floating
Higher
Higher
Higher
I can only float so high
I know this
When will I crash?
Maybe this time things can change.
Let me reach a little higher
Before
I crash
Back down
Farther
Farther
Farther
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
Doctor Doctor!
Help me! I'm dying!
My cells are crying!
Everyone is screaming!
I can't quit bleeding, and
I need to stop breathing!
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Jumping up
screaming
your fingernails tear
the wallpaper that was never there
walls
crumbling down
where are you now?
You're pyschotic
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
I've figured it out: I'm dead.
And, wow, there is a God!
One just as horrible as they said.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
there's an ache in my heart
i tried to fix it with bad art
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
Chaos devours me;
let's small talk and pretend that
everything's fine.
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
So the world hurts us both,
and we suffer, alone, together,
hoping to save the other from our pain.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
Perhaps you are at peace,
or filled with wonder
and curiosity.
Perhaps your eyes burn,
seeing a world that is unclear
and slow.
Perhaps you imagine your sister,
calling your name so that you can return
to the carefree day above.
Perhaps you want to stay,
unmoving, heavy, gently sinking, and
wondering if anyone will notice.
Regardless,
you lift your body back up,
breaking the seal between
awareness and isolation.
Water that had weighed you down
is now humbled to mere drops,
stripped away by the cold air.
There is a sound to this feeling,
this return to clarity,
and you hear the transition
from nothing to everything.
It's the sound of the water,
surrounding your ears,
being replaced by air.
It's the sound of the hazy dream,
being swept away
by the reality of a sunny morning.
It's the sound of you, habibi,
whispering
bamoot feeki
It's the sound of being brought back to life.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Where do I exist?
In the lab?
In my bed?
My body?
But, where am I?
Where do I exist?
How much of my body
could be cut away, separated, from me?
Would there be countless pieces of
flesh and organs,
scattered around one piece:
me?
Is that where I exist?
Is there a specific puzzle piece that,
if removed,
renders the puzzle nonexistent?
Or, rather, if any piece is removed,
altered, or shifted,
does my existence
end?
Where do I exist?
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC