Energy rushing
Adrenaline humming
Sweat dripping
No one on the street
Hear that beat
Pump that pedal
Feel that beat
Air rushing
Engine humming
Rain dripping
Alive is the night
The music
Throbbing/thrumming
So loud
Brazen beat
Boiling blood
Feverish
Alive is the night
As am I
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
ugh i do not have the time for this
the will for this
the decency for this
not now
im too tired
of all this ********
this sadness
bleakness
the never-ending existential crisis
dont text me now
i wont answer
i dont want another spiral
into the darkness
well…
maybe i shouldnt call it
“the darkness”
thats cliche and stupid
lets call it
“the creepy basement youve always been secretly afraid of thats inside your head”
or maybe
“the space under your bed that you just cant block or cover up no matter what you do”
yeah
thats much better
way more descriptive than
“the darkness”
but i dont want any more of that tonight
so dont be mad when i dont answer
...sorry
i just
cant do it tonight
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Whimsy clouds, dark with rain
Swirling, whirling,
Filled with the pinks and blues and shades of sunset,
Do threaten the eager earth below
To spill its contents in a furious roar
To empty itself with passion
To drench the dry bones
Of many weeks
With that passion comes the lightning
The static of too much friction for far too long
That dances and crackles through the air
Filling the quiet before the storm;
Poised.
Ready.
The clouds are dark,
The dripping sunset no longer visible through the staccato sky
Though the yellow warning arises,
Casting the world in eerie shadow
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
I take a knot inside my head
Out to see what’s left instead
A jumble of words
And tied-up thoughts,
But to know what’s there
Is all for naught
For only I can truly see
What the world
Could really be
In my vast imagination.
It’s a pain
It really is
To see the beauty up in there
Wrapped up in confusion’s stare
And unable to explain.
All the knots inside my brain
Will always there remain,
For I, a simple dreamer, fair
May never get the chance to share.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
So tired
Of what?
I dont know
Im so e m p t y
Its s
u
f
f
o
c
a
t
i
n
g
Not the hard and harmful kind
Just soft and gentle
Muffling reality
Blurring the edges
I can barely breathe
Or relate
To anyone
Thats my friend down the hall
Better look down
I dont want to talk
Dont take it personally
Im just too tired to think
To breathe
To talk
I cant focus
Cant open my mouth
My hands tremble
But my eyes are hard and staring
Rude.
Im not looking at you
Im just lost in space
In the e m p t y void
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
As the ocean breaks
And palm trees sway,
In the peaceful morning
Of a new day,
I sit and listen to the black birds’ songs
Of joy and life
That do not long
For the freedom they already have.
The birds back home sing a different tune,
They chatter and screech to fill the gloom
And damp dark chill of a winter’s noon,
(at least to me that is)
But as I sit here by the beach,
Feeling the calmness and the peace
Of this wondrous, quiet space,
I can’t help but to grin,
For to be where the people are kind,
And orchids smell sweet,
Where the air is hot,
(but a good kind of heat),
Was simply,
Truly,
Wonderful.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
“He”Martiny “Wemom lowble”like filookre,w thyoure doors,
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Layers on layers of sound
Blending together
How can anyone concentrate
In this
Noise
I can’t even hear myself think
The music in my head is stuttering
Snippets of intelligible
Words
Mixed with other
Conversations
I can’t even
Hear myself
How do they
Do this
?
I
Can’t
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
Just push through it
Push through it it
It’ll be over soon
Can’t wait for the end
I’m gonna be done soon
Push through
****
Wait
No
Go back
I’m not ready
I don’t have time
Enough time
For
Everything
I can’t
So mucvh to do
Why does time
Always
Do this
?
Slip awa y
Evaede me
.
I can t
Kee
P
Uup
i
Was
N’tt
R
E
Ad
Y
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
Red is rage
It’s the blood on the floor
The haze in your eyes
The words you spit through your tight face
But red is also passion
The burning fire that keeps us truly alive
The fierce desire for more
For better
The fire swirled against you
That passion was consumed by your conquest
And we burnt out
Like the blackened matches we are
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
“Are you tired?”
“Yeah”
“How late did you stay up last night?”
What they don’t realize
Is that
It doesn’t
Matter
How
Much
Sleep
I
Get
I’m
Always
Exhausted
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC