being alive does not equate to existing,
and living is another thing altogether.
synonyms are never synonyms.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
and im still waiting on the day
where tears will no longer soothe
and voices will no longer crack
and crazy is a word well worn
with empty euphemism
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
its 12 am
(an early night)
so i made myself a cup of coffee,
then it's
two more to go;
one at 3
another at 5,
just in time for a new day
of course i'm not planning to catch enough sleep tonight,
or any more than humanely possible
this week,
month,
or heck, even
year,
and it's not because i am nervous,
or worried sick,
or waiting for a phone call,
(no one ever rings),
i don't do it for the masochistic side of me either;
there are more creative ways to slowly **** yourself
quite on the contrary,
it helps me survive;
lets me feed into the fantasy:
that i am tired
because i haven't had enough sleep
that i am depressed
because, ***** the chemical imbalances,
its just sleep deprivation
and that i'm having mood swings
not because its that time of the month again,
oh no,
that's a terribly wrong assumption;
its just
lack of sleep.
most importantly though,
it's reassuring to know
that i can be normal
and happy
and alive
if i had
enough
sleep
because what if after a good night's rest
and i'm still the same,
will
i still
be able
to
remain sane?
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
when its you I’m with
everything goes
qui
et
your presence
halts all
the whirring
thudding
jarring
pulsating
maddening
spiralling
qui
ntessential
peace
not even
the sound
of my own heart beat
perfectly
infinite
quie
scence
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
are we just mere mortals,
infatuated with delusions,
distracted by fleeting pleasures,
and drunk on the fantasy that
it is impossible to perish
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
parental hands clawing away clothes in drawers,
pulling apart closets,
dissecting away shadows under the bed.
but never can they think to ****
or even scratch
the darkest, deepest crevices in their child's minds.
(the creatures within).
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
some do it with music,
friends, food or daydreams
others watch blown up human and play gods by the silver screen,
(omnipresent watchers of scripts and acts)
But I much prefer paper and ink;
feelings condensed into words,
sentences which form portals for one to
slip
into
another soul, another place,
another time.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
that moment you looked at me,
i swear your gaze suspended eternity,
and defied the cosmic powers of time
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
I want us to be two souls
Tethered by an invisible string,
Gyrating across space at a hundred miles per hour
Because I know that
even at a lightning speed
You would catch me
Gently, softly, surely,
As I crash into your arms
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC