When I look
into your eyes,
I see a world—
A beautiful galaxy
I fall into, peacefully.

Green spring colors
dancing and twirling
like ballerinas beneath
a stage-light moon.

Each time you laugh,
even when
The Crooked Man
touches you—
It fills up the air
across Hollywood.

Your voice is
my favorite sound—
A sound of nature’s song,
lost in echoes beyond
the Wheat-field of Dreams.
When I look into
your green eyes,
I feel home
for the first time.

The moment
I look into your eyes
covered in midnight skies,
I realized I started
to feel alive again—
You get it?
Neither do I,
don’t know where to begin—
Was stuck for a while
with suicide blinding signs.
Scared, restless, lost,
feeling like imma die,
yet I survived cuz
I get to see you
through wild nights
that bloom—
Wishing I was
in the same room,
holding onto you,
Loving you…

****, I think
I love you too much—
Too addict,
crossing my mind
like a crosswalk.
Yet too much
is never enough.

I love you

My wings—
Torn off.
Left mangled
in sharp thorns.
Tangled in cold
****** chains
and tightened ropes—
Tensions divide.
It holds me close
with dark, crooked hands.
My screams—
A thundering crack!
A fallen angel’s heart,
like a lone Island—
Broken into two.

Falling from
black rainclouds
as the golden sun gaze over.
Tensions divide—
Cast away from the heavens,
screaming and shouting,
nothing they can do.
A thundering crack!
My wings,
a lone island—
Broken into two.

Too numb to eat,
too numb to breathe,
too numb to sleep,
too numb to
wake up
or scream—

Eyes tired,
shriveled up
from tears—
Love is numb,
and I’m too ****** up.

Too numb to see,
too numb to write
you poems and letters,
Too numb from
bitter remnants
and ruined dreams—
It keeps me up all night.
Too numb to walk,
too numb to
talk or speak—

I JUST WANNA
******* SCREAM!!!

I can’t…
My voice is
too numb…

Trapped beyond
white walls—
Scatterbrained
from the same
Monday moment
that kept me up all night.
Down dark, grimy halls,
for all critics to see.
My rotten heart—
Hung high from
the cracked ceiling.
Too soon,
the string snaps—
Too soon,
I’ll fall behind
those white walls
by dawn.

An unlicensed
therapist and I,
sitting in a
white room,
chaotic yet calm.

He sits on the
blue cushioned
chair, silent.  
Every word
out my mouth
runs like wild dogs,
lost beyond the woods.
His eyes, darted like
a hawk as I talk.
Digging too deep
into my crooked,
insane, ******-up heart…
Unsettling yet interesting.

A chaotic poet
and a therapist—
Both observers
in one room.
I asked him,
tested his
thought:

“Am I insane to you?”
“We just met…”

When I was
a young child
I used to be afraid
of the wild dark...
I thought it was
because it became
too hard to see
what lurks beneath,
It scared me…
Then the more
I think about it,
the more I sink
into it—

Today I realized
it was right
before my eyes.
I was afraid of
falling in the black,
endless void,
alone—

But here we are,
no monsters,
no demons,
no Boogieman—
Just the bitter me.
I don’t even flinch—
or give a ****
anymore.