The devil lives inside your head and
causes tidal waves of evil destruction
that crash and burn into flames.
The devil creeps into your sleep,
disturbs the tortured mind,
and makes himself smile with delight.
They are certainly no sorts of a dream,
but they still manifest
in forms of painful mental images
during the seemingly muted
hours of sleep
that excruciatingly exceed
the pain of any nightmare.
One night...
I arrived in a mansion.
It had a big, dark dining room
and upstairs were the white
walls and halls.
In the corner was
my cousin, stabbed and
her tiny three-year body
hidden under a blue blanket.
they also came after me but
before I could break away,
I was shot.
and I died.
and I walked around
like a lonely ghost,
floating and
nothing hurt.
One night...
I got to the airport
and boarded the plane.
Something was wrong.
I said goodbye to
everyone and watched
the others' planes take off.
Abruptly,
they were consumed by
fire and shattered,
plunging to the ground.
Somehow, I stayed on my plane.
We took off and
the last things I saw
were your classic royal blue
sweatshirt with a
burning face above it
and the beautiful, blue sky
ahead of me.
One night...
I appeared in huge house
of crazy paths in the
middle of nowhere.
I tried so hard to leave,
but I would have been
slaughtered by the landlord.
I slowly walked around
in circles for what felt like
forever.
I couldn't get out.
Despair hungrily attacked and took over
so the only effort I chose to make
was the effort to drown myself.
One night...
We were in your bedroom, waiting.
Where were you?
Your drunk mother sat on the
ottoman in the living room,
giving us a disgusted look.
We fled to the basement
and found you playing
video games.
Your aunt sat in a chair
off to the side holding her
untended broken wrist and
abused by her sister.
You had red marks down your arms.
Then your mother
came downstairs in a rage
and your aunt flew out
the sliding door
along with all of us.
The devil makes his hushed exit
And says goodnight
Until the next time.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
i let your hand go, softly,
and
we parted our
separate ways.
the tracing in the sand
was washed away by
the foamy edges
of the gentle waves.
the driftwood
was swept out by
the misty tide
and off the shore
away from the
salty coast,
into the eternal,
pristine sea.
the violin solo was
carried by the breeze
and the tubas dove
deeper into their octave
the final breath of your name
touched my tongue,
and it was our
final goodbye.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
vision is all
swirly whirly.
everything is
thrown off.
perception and
proportion are
completely
messed up.
hand is reaching
seven feet away
across the room.
head is
the size of
five balloons.
wrist is
half an inch in
diameter.
i am
shrinking
but my
foot is
huge.
now i am
expanding
and i
and i barely
fit in
the bed.
the floor is
rising
and the walls
are moving all
around me.
get me out of
this wonderland
of lies.
it is too
terrifying,
too scary,
and i can't sleep
anymore.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
i am sitting on a cobalt blue stool
in your placid, dull kitchen
with my head in my hands.
you're gone.
there is a hazy
veil of grey
that covers the late
afternoon sky
and a stagnant silence
stretching to the ceiling.
everything is still;
the empty glass
in front of the
vacant violet vase
and
your ill-fitting
jean jacket
that is lying on the
dark wood.
my stomach crawls around.
my eyes are almost shut.
my legs are numb.
you are not here.
only the clock ticks,
and tocks.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
I hate how you yell at me.
You call me
rude,
disrespectful,
ungrateful,
and so very rude.
I really am trying my best,
I just can't live up to
your level of expectations.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
I don't want to
talk to you two,
or be around you
when you're with him,
or tell you
I am afraid.
Your potent opinions
seep into each other's
and make loud noises
that ring in my ears
like a stone-cold
thunderstorm.
You care, you don't.
You're strict, you're not.
You yell quietly, you loudly speak.
Stop doing this to me,
I can't handle any more of it.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
I squeeze my eyes shut,
I cover my ears,
I take deep breaths,
because I don't want to hear.
I try to shut my mind down
because I don't want to know
what is going on outside of me.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC