When reality is too much
My eyes close
And give light to the place in my mind
Where the air has color
Of green and yellow pastels
That embrace life with a refreshing breeze
That echoes in the peaceful silence
And laughter is natural
The sun rays feel as warm as home should
The flowers smile
This is where I find joy
This is where my soul is content.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
Sometimes it feels like every nerve in my body
Is moving and pulsing
And electricity is running through my veins
But all the while
My muscles feel too heavy to move
And its so confusing
That I forget how to breathe
And even though I've been in the same spot for ages
My lungs burn like I've ran miles
Underwater
My fingers only graze the fresh air it tries to hold onto
And even though I feel like I can't stop
Everyone and everything around me is going faster
Images and colors and words and memories and fears
Are flashing
Within seconds
And my heart beats along to the rapid show
Pounding with only a second in between
Each palpitation.
Begs me to make it stop
So sometimes I wonder
If I should
Make it stop
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
I like to pretend that everything is perfect
That I don't know how much you love her
That we're safe in this bubble
Of love and loyalty
But we're not
And even though I keep quiet
I hope that you feel the thorns of my lost trust
When I touch you
I hope you see the red in my vision
When I look at you
I hope you taste the venom of my anger
When I kiss you
Because sweetheart,
There may be peace on the outside
But you're both in pieces in my mind.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
Why are we so quick
to refer to a story we've read
or heard,
in past tense?
As if just because we're done with it, it no longer exists
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC