I wish I could look at real life
The way I look at photographs.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
This pain
Will not be ignored
I put it in an iron box
And buried it deep, deep
In the ground
And left it there
For years
But one day,
I went back out to that barren place
In the breathless cold
And dug it back up
With ****** fingernails
I reached inside
And lifted it out
Still raw and breathing
And I held it close
Like a newborn baby
And in that pain,
I found my release
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
But the night
Ah, the night.
It softens me
Like an egg
In boiling water
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Moths, searching for the sun,
Draw towards all light
Even if it is nothing
But a broken, flickering lightbulb
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
my thoughts
are like snow
falling
on an old roof
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
I can't seem
to beat down these feelings
Into words.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
There is so much inside me
Yet such a small door
Shoving and screaming to get out
They come in torrents of cracked words
Or not at all.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
This is the bad part
I can feel it coming
I can feel it every time
It's almost a relief
Like falling down a hundred foot cliff
The first ninety-nine feet aren't so bad
Exhilarating, in a way
But those last few seconds
When you know you're going to hit the ground
And you know how much it's going to hurt
That's the worst
The knowing
Because you've fallen down this same cliff
Countless times before
So when I finally slam into the ground
And the air is knocked out of my lungs
Lying on my back, staring at the sky but not really seeing it
I can rest for a while
Because the falling is so
Exhausting
Once you've stopped
I guess we're addicted to those first ninety nine feet
Even though we know what awaits us
At the bottom
Eventually, we'll pick ourselves up
And try to collect all the pieces that broke off
Though of course we'll miss some
Then we start the long trek
Back to the top again
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
They sigh at the clouds when it rains
They curse the wind when it blows
They look at the sun with disapproving eyes
When it lingers too long in the sky
The weather in my own head
Is much more violent
Screaming thunderstorms
Wild, breath-stealing hurricanes
And a heat so scorching
That it burns anyone
Who comes near
So I've sealed myself up
In a glass box
So people won't feel
Or hear
Or see
For surely, if they can judge
The unstoppable force
Of Mother Nature
I can only imagine
What they will do
To me
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
She waited by the window
For the sky
To turn heavy and aching
With rain
Then she went outside
With her blue chalk
And filled the driveway
With strange and beautiful things
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC