Hugs should heal
Without any woes or wheels
Trysts for joy
Fallen in a feeler foil
Beast not boil
East not eaves extracts erosion

Another an adage
From fist with feast or fish

I'm a girl who can't get a grip
Whose mind always slips
Imagination for me is dangerous.
If I could I would
Escape life and altogether
Just go to an external slumber.
Sometimes I scream and weep.
And occasionally just try to keep
From attempting a taboo that
So many do without hesitation.
My mind is dangerous  
For an average joe.
Yet I'm still standing here
Breathing this polluted air.
The skin I wear still has warmth.
The bones in my body aren't cracking,
But although I'm still standing
My mind won't be lasting,
And it's  shattering.
Like a castle of glass.
One hit is all it will take
For me to come tumbling down.

My love for you is past its expiration date.
It converted into an acidic toxic poison that aggressively pumps throughout my entire body
via tightly restricted frost coated veins
by my molding, rotting heart
only when triggered by the thoughts and memories of you ...
and "us."

I'm a rambler.
When I talk about what's on my mind, it's like I can't stop sometimes.
And even when my mouth stops, my mind doesn't.
I'm always thinking about something, and there are very few rare moments when I'm not.

My mind also likes to jump from one thing to the next, so sometimes what I think and say are completely out of order.
This makes retelling of stories difficult at times, and it also makes writing down thoughts very difficult as well.

I have been trying to be better about sticking to things, such as writing poems and writing down things that have happened to me as recollections of a time I may forget one day.

I think I worry too much though.
I worry too much about if I will be relaying my message the way that I want it to be perceived.
I want to make sure that I make sense to others and not just myself, and that I am perceived that way.

There is that **** anxiety again.

One of my therapists once old me that it would be good for me to stick to a routine and have a foundation to stand on in my life.
The funny thing was that I always feel like It's impossible for me to have that foundation, and I also don't necessarily make it easy for myself either.

It's very rare that I finish something completely that I started solely for myself.
It's also very rare that I feel whole heartedly confident in something I'm doing, even if I appear to have the confidence thing down on the outside.

And I guess that's what life is really.
It's just twists and turns that you do or don't see coming, and you have to figure out how to handle them for yourself.

So I'm trying to be better.
I'm going to keep going with this.
I may not be consistent now, but in the long hall, I believe I can do it.

I can finally have a concrete foundation that will stay firm for me.

I will stick to it.