my imagination scalds
with violating stains
of contemptuous familiarity
agonised shrieks
confront my mouth
with an unremitting combustibility
while a frustration like a volatile tornado
engulfs me with an hallucinated savagery
detonating unrelenting explosions
within my consciousness of perception
causing a hurricane of momentum
bringing such oddities to my mind
as such precludes their proper elucidation
yet a tempestuously implosive inner cosmos
is located a volcanic insurgence
the accelerative storm on which
the poem like Valkyries rides

Tomorrow,
I tell myself,
I'll be a better person tomorrow,
I will wake up,
And breathe in the morning air,
Delighted and happy,
I will look in the mirror,
Pleased by who I am,
I will walk out the door,
And smile at strangers,
I will spend my days,
In a blissful state,
And my nights,
Floating on my happiness high,
That's what I want tomorrow to be,
But it never is,
Because tomorrow is soon today,
And my plans were just dreams,
Forgotten after waking up to reality,
But still I plan,
To be happy tomorrow.

i was tired of feeling so much
bigger on the inside,
       so instead of letting myself free
       i just poured myself out

(and what a shame, i ended up
a puddle instead of an ocean)

I don’t understand,
How you can say ’I love you’ but
Still say,’Goodbye’ too.