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The weight presses on my eyelids
Urging me to sleep.
Just a few more minutes
I'm almost finished.

The grandfather clock cried out in the hallway.
Just a few more minutes.
I know it's late, but I'd like to finish before I sleep.

The silent sound of snow cumulating on the world outside,
While I diligently work.

I open the curtain.
The sunset rising over my yard blanketed in cold crystals provides an astonishing light
To review my completed project.

It isn't perfect
But I am content.
how to describe out of control
by using an elephant in a barrel roll,

how to use colour to
explain black and white,

if there is a success story
this is not it, don't worry,

speaks well when he can
be heard, knows how to
use words, to inflict himself
upon others, thank goodness
he only has one brother,

likes fall more than spring
notes fall flat when he sings,

(if this were a real critique
this ain't going too well)

walks with a limp too fast,
hangs on to the past
by a thread,

hears sounds
at night that drive him
from bed, probably all in his
head...sigh...

that is just a snap shot of the
toxic wasteland some go through,

negative self talk will *****
with perception,

make one lose direction,
you want doubt, this way
to the insurrection,

life ends too fast,
it can be gone in an instant
gone in a flash,

be a dreamer no matter how big,
trick is, how to take the little steps,
to reach each one, (feel that... can't
even say the words,* success and joy*,)

by setting out to
do what I intended to
haiku this review

scored a five point five
out of ten, in this life,
if age and numbers matter.
There's a girl inside my chest,
So tiny no measurement,
Could ever capture her existence,
But I feel her open & close,
Unlock and bolt shut,
The chambers of my heart,
Set on fire & disperse agony,
She walked away,
Swam through my veins,
To my hands,
That held my head,
Between my knees,
As I wept,
Leaving my heart empty..
Today, is the greatest day Ive ever known..
"I think you're beautiful. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

No.
Not when you use the same word to describe every other dark haired, light skinned woman.
Not when you look at me and say
"Of course I think other girls are prettier than you."


"But I still think you're beautiful."
Stop.

"So my words are just empty to you?"

*Of course.
I wish I was
something more than
what I dare to call
myself
because this body was
never hurt this much
because this mind was
never haunted this much
because those nightmares
once stopped when I
woke up
but since when I can recall
they last longer than
twenty four hours
and this is insane
am I this insane?
that doctor says I don't look that ill
the other says I should
go in the psych ward
the other says I'm in the control
while the other one says
the harm on my body means
I'm not the one in charge
any longer
am I insane yet?
I should call 911
but I'm afraid another doctor
will attempt to say what's
going on
inside myself
instead of asking me
what I'm feeling for real
or why these injuries are for
or why the empty stomach
keeps growling
won't you eat, my dear?
I say no
won't you take your meds, my dear?
I say why
won't you enjoy your life like a normal human being?
I ask why should I
since im in the border of sanity
way more on the side
of those ones
stuck between four walls
white bedsheets
and treated like kids
who forgot to take their medicines
at home
so now they need a special care
am I insane yet?
I wonder
but no one dares
to answer.
My mind works like a dead engine.
Over and over again it turns.

It  hurts me,
Just a little more each time.
For no reason at all.

Sometimes I just wish,
The **** thing would start running,
Or just completely stall.
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