my heart
it pounds
so vigorously
suddenly
i cant breathe
everything starts to shift
panic takes over
i'm suddenly overwhelmed
trapped
i feel myself breaking faster than my body can handle
i cry for help
but all i can do
is stare blankly
and not say a thing

Can’t move.
Can’t think.

Terrified.

Stand as everyone stares.

Head being squeezed.
Being squeezed more and more.

Eyes water.
Tears make rivers.

No control.
Lost control.

Happened again.

Stuck.

Calm down.

Shake away everyone that crowded around.

“It was nothing.”
“Don’t worry.”

They go away.

Continue the day.

Don’t let anyone know what happened.
That it happened again.

a glance, all possible exits blocked by people you will never see again but in this moment they are your worst enemies

heart rate rising at alarming rates, you can feel the blood rushing through your veins and hear your heart beating, yet you feel dead

the walls are now caving, everything is hazy, throat begins to close, you forget how to breathe and oxygen cannot enter your bloodstream

trapped in between two colossal silhouettes, they remind you of the devil's best friends, the panic already boiling inside has reached maximum capacity

run, run as fast as you can, faster than a cheetah on steroids, you can run till the ends of the earth but that panic will still fester inside and you can't out run what you hide

Eggs on bread, eggs on rye.
Eggs in the sky, by and by.
My love for eggs will never die
since eggs will never tell a lie.

Eggs on toast, on a roast.
Eggs are always valued the most.
My love for eggs is something I'll boast,
from east to west, and coast to coast.

Eggs are hard, they never crack.
Unless hit with the force of a resounding smack.
I will be there to protect, and to hold back.
And for the egg's safety I will attack.

Eggs with butter, eggs with beans.
What do you think this all means?
You are an egg; a fine cuisine.
And my love for you will forever be serene.

Dangerous words
are the ones that slip under our guard
they nestle next to us at night
whisper treacle-sweet nothings
that trickle and slide down canals
to dosing minds,
honeying the way,
ensuring an easy passage
for the poison kept still at bay

They tuck us in and fluff our pillows
and egos
till we give them freely
those moments of sincerity,
genuine smiles and hitched breaths
their value was in their exclusivity.

We break off these pieces of truth
like our hearts are handmade chocolate
and when these snakes have us so charmed
and they are full,
they finally snap and spit.
bites full of venom,
and we see the fangs too late.

ANOTHER TERROR ATTACK HITS
RIGHT IN AMERICAS HEART
IN A CHURCH IN TEXAS
THE COMMUNITY IS TORN APART



HOW MANY LIVES MUST BE LOST
BEFORE YOU CHANGE THE GUN LAWS
DON'T LET ONE ORGANISATION CONTROL YOU
YOU MUST FIGHT FOR THIS CAUSE



I CANT UNDERSTAND HOW GUNS
ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN HUMAN LIFE
I JUST KEEP COMPOSING TRAGIC POEMS BECAUSE
AMERICA IS IN REAL STRIFE

You feel your chest heave
But breath does not enter your lungs.
As air flows around your balloons and into to your stomach,
your lungs scream for your gut to share.

Your windpipe feels like less of a pipe
and more of a plug--
blocking the life force from entering,
quickening your heartbeat.

All because it's 8:13,
which means:
two hours until sleep
two hours to fill
I need to shower, still,
two full hours
two free hours
work tomorrow
but first, two whole hours
to do...
what?
Shower,
right.
Two hours.
Only two hours.
Gotta make 'em count!
But how?
Two hours to fill
I need to shower still
two full hours
two free hours

Nervousness, why?
Abstract, human-constructed time.

Two whole hours still
Only two hours to fill.