My eyes forced open by the white noise of the radio.
It's 7:00. A new day has come.
I get escorted to the line to get a plate.
It's time for my breakfast.
Fill up my stomach without a daily appetite.
I surrender from the visiting room.
His face from the clear glass seems too pretentious
I can't even understand his speech through the telephone.
I try to go out to see the sun and it's scorching.
Play some sports with other striped people
And they get disappointed.
I try to say a prayer I can't finish.
It's just another day to do nothing.
I let myself be incarcerated.
In my head.
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 1:23 PM UTC
Ironic as it seems:
I know someone unfaithful
longing for real love.
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 1:20 PM UTC
we
are
so
used to looking at the sky
with
rose-colored eyes,
obliviously
burning
of
catastrophic
sun.
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 9:14 AM UTC
In a crowd of familiars
I pass through
of proust effect lingers
and someone greets me.
I see you at the dead of night
You of I thought long gone.
It just gives back the stare.
As its right hand lifts
with auras cast in awe,
energy flows through my spine,
I helplessly mirror what it did -
It points itself,
Then at me.
Spirits spell a curse or divine,
You of I thought killed,
Vanished into lucid flow of energy.
Dust permeates
and whispers my ear,
I never leave.
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 9:09 AM UTC
He who doesn't know me is myself.
How characters from thousands of movies lived within me, made me think I am them.
And I am all of them now.
And we dont fit on the door now.
But we can still filter the world through the curtains.
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 7:31 AM UTC
These phrases refer to no one unless I have your eyes
She squeezed out,
Like me.
But it's hard to make someone endure what you endure
We are all born to pretend
That's what makes humans connected
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 6:53 AM UTC
Everything you're fond of.
I fond of.
Are you fond of me?
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 6:43 AM UTC
It's okay to lie down underneath your blank ceiling
Until twelve, one, two and counting...
Cutting your skin to pieces,
Eating your unfavorite chocolate Reese's,
Until your body fall into sleeping,
Mixing old dreams about running away
From a cult or an unknown creature
From someone you know or a foreign soldier.
It's okay to make mistakes as you run
It's okay, as they say, "You're only human. "
How you talk and swear too much through our thread
How you ignored and made every part of them bleed
How you call your every episode special
How your own mess and theirs wrestle
Until you open your eyes to see the same ceiling,
Still blank but with a hint of late morning blaze.
Time to repeat the same heat without healing
I apologize to you, one from the doorcrack who gazed.
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 2:24 PM UTC
Im sorry little one.
You are not as golden as you think you were.
You will be colored gloom and gray,
and everything will be a blur.
You cry an awful lot,
all you need is an embrace
But then you will learn to conceal it with a straight face
You will suffer with fear, grief and rage,
Your solitary will be a tragedy in a small stage.
Im sorry little one, you are only a child.
Still, this is the recollection of your youth all filed.
Eventually, though...
You will grow..
Into me.
Collectively, we will flourish on healing.
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 2:28 PM UTC
YOU ARE FINE.
Well...
eventually...
you'll be.
You will rise into me.
Sitting in our cocoon.
It's not so easy.
Accepting fear and pain.
Trauma and rage.
Yes! These can be transformed.
You're okay yourself.
Together...
little one,
we'll live.
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 2:25 PM UTC