A poem a day keep insanity at bay!
or sanity at bay,
honestly either one goes.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
I don't know if I can feel love anymore.
I know that there's many people who care a lot about me,
but I don't know where the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest went.
I only feel pain.
I only feel my ghosts replace the air in my lungs with poison,
as they curl up inside me, so I can't breathe.
I don't know if I can feel relaxed anymore.
I know there are times where I'm not completely tense,
but I don't know how to relax my shoulders,
because they're always tensed up to protect me.
I only feel anxiety gripping me tighter everyday.
I only feel fuzzy, not in my heart, but in my head.
I don't know what happened to the good feelings,
because all I feel is pain.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
I've had grit in my eyes
for so long.
I've had sleep stuck in my
eyelashes for so long,
refusing to sink and rest.
This is the kind of grit that I cannot wipe away
not the kind of tired I can sleep away.
I've so tired for so long.
When will it go away?
It will go away, right?
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
I heard you today, calling my name.
The first person to give me that nickname
I heard it clearly, your voice ringing
in the school corridor.
I raced around the corner,
so desperate to see you.
The teasing smile in your voice,
like the way you called after me
when you wanted my attention,
when you wanted to tell me something.
I waited,
waited for you to say something more.
But I realized that you are another
person who has forgotten me.
The voice wasn't real, but I could swear that it was.
You are haunting me,
your ghost calling to me.
You are stealing my sanity,
making me delusional.
I'm losing my grip on reality.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
If our bones are,
Made of stardust,
Our hearts must,
Be made of something
More.
Perhaps within us,
We each have,
A beating star.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
It's been nearly a year,
and it still hurts.
It still hurts so much!
It hurts to say your name,
you still haunt me as persistently as last year.
My ghost, my lovely ghost.
I cried so hard last night
I couldn't breathe.
Doubled over and crouching down
gasping for air.
Why does it hurt me so much?
When it's obvious you're fine.
You're so much better off now,
but I'm not bitter.
I want you to be happy,
but I want you to miss me.
I want to know that I haven't been forgotten,
that our friendship meant something to you.
But I know how hard you're
trying to erase me from your past.
And I can't help but miss you.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
Each and every day;
I meet someone new,
Take them with me
To send them away.
They all knew me.
Knew me by name,
Yet they don't know
The one curse I carry.
No matter who I meet,
No matter who I like;
I cannot settle
I cannot love.
My curse is that;
I, the Grim Reaper
Must be forever LONELY.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
My Therapist said that I have abandonment issues,
says that I tend to idolize the people who leave me,
She says that I build shrines for those who leave,
and tombs for those who stay.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
I thought I had myself all figured out
I thought that when I was in one of these 'moods' or having one of those "days" I was only looking through a tinted window where I saw everything negatively
But I realized
that it is the pills that sugar coat my world in synthetic happiness
It's not what I look through, its me.
Its on my insides, the sugar has to slide down my throat
to make it all better
she said it would even me out
i thought she was right at first
but now i realized she was a liar, and only a liar
I'm the one that needs to be sugar coated for others.
I'm the sour candy coated with fine powdered sugar.
I'm the bad that the good is trying to cover up.
And that is sickening, but how do I react?
Take another pill, Kathleen.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
"We´re all a little mad here" he says,
wide eyed, letting the words lip slither off his snippity snake tongue.
We smile and we laugh in unison.
In unison our heaves,
ins outs
match one another,
as belly moves,
up and down we synchronize,
ha-h-ha,
What does he mean?
how silly!
Then deep thought unlit
hide behind our bodies rocking chair movement
snip snapping hip
We´re all a little mad, are we not?
as ego wears a crimson feathered mask
and covers in gold to hide
the deep dark coal
secrets that slith and creep
like crocodiles,
sewer nights in paris,
smelly grotesque,
we hide.
"We´re all a little mad here" he says
as our bodies move in unison.
Our bodies move in unison.
In unison,
while echoes
tap my animal soul.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC