Running through shadows, forever underneath them. Falling into sadness, killing myself to quell the fear. Living full of doubt and never knowing why. Throw myself in front of trains, just want to know how the steel passes the time. Pressed against the terra, I feel its heart beat underneath the dirt. But no matter how fast I dig, I can never seem to reach it.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:02 AM UTC
Only is the time that sets upon my mind for not but the sun is rounding the hour and the shadows of our fathers are coming to a close. So see I am she who showed the sands of lands unknown to the conquerors of beastly means and wept upon the fire that consumed the wild things in life.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
rain and wind swirl outside in the dark gray above
no one wants to be out in the mess now
we all just stand and stare on our porches
wondering when it might turn
deep rumbles and sharp flashes light up the sky
the roof leaks and the power goes out
poverty seeps into our hearts as the darkness grows
the wood swells and the bugs drown
here we are again, waiting for the storm to end
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Reaching out from a room with no windows, doors or holes.
Just a screen of blinding lights and a snarling dog that never sleeps.
Maddening I feel; so far away yet it feels just barely beyond my touch.
I hear your heartache, its rhythm is in sync with mine.
Do you hear it? Can you feel it?
Or am I just the white noise that we drown away with inner thoughts.
I try and flail but to no avail.
Alone with the terrible beast in the room that can only be opened from outside.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
Here I sit
In the prison-cell inside
My body and my mind are at constant odds
In a struggle to the death
Always fighting, beating and crippling; never admitting that they need one another to survive
I await with horror and dread as pieces of me duke it out
Incognizant as to which one will retire first
leaving what remains flimsy and broken
Unable to resist the great plunge
Straight into a hospital or maybe the morgue
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
An old woman once said to me, fear not for you are just a ghost, driving your body. Your body is just a skeleton wrapped in flesh and nerves. And though you may feel alone, we are all made of stardust old as the universe itself, connected by our timelessness. And if you ever feel out of control, just remember, we are all hurling on a rock, rounding a molten sphere at a 1,000 miles per hour always staying perfectly in sync.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
I read a poem today that changed my life forever. I forgot it though and now all there is a feeling of salvation that that I'll never know. It's a crime to fall in love... At least at the depth I do. I dive too deep and by the time I realize i'll never get to Atlantis, I try to ascend without the bends however I never quite make in time and somehow even on the surface, the feeling never ends. I'm sorry I love you. I've killed my heart to make it true. I'm so sorry I ever met you. You're the only one that made me whole. A perfect being that battled gods, an unbreakable glass that always remained ever full.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
Lost upon the bluest deep, I am a ship with no plot to course. Aiming for a spot on the horizon, never knowing where I go.
Me and you, we met on open water, two vessels in the watery wastes, lost together all on our own.
But as the break and tides rise high, I now don't think it was fate or fortune, we were just two ships in the ocean, lost together all on our own.
So though it pains me to turn asunder and go it all alone, I know now that there are ships still out there, lost but still looking for a home.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
Tick tock, the work clock never stops.
mind nothing that matters and fall into the hole
that ends when we retire.
Toiling all day makes me realize
I'm barely even an adult.
I don't know and can't show and as
the tick tock knocks hours off my clock,
all I want to do... is go home.
Drink myself into a stupor and
dream about being a kid again.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
Comes home at end of days,
Pours oneself a drink.
Then another and another.
Can't talk about what's really wrong
when there's no one to tell to.
Goes to sleep then repeats.
Life slips by when the moments are
only captured through a single pair of
eyes. Never shared, never social.
Loveless in the world that cares not.
Not for one that cares not for self.
Time goes by at a rate of eternity. Eternity
goes by like a race that ends when one's
heart finally quits.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC