Remember when you were happy
Even if for a couple of weeks
It might never come back
My mind and my heart shrieks

Only when I'm not myself
Do I feel accepted
Only when I'm somewhere else
Do I not feel neglected

The diseased sees no cure
The end I might never reach
One day my heart might be pure
Stop this, this incessant screech

Long have I climbed
But the way upwards is bent
One thing I have is Time
On these steps of Torment

Eerie feeling creeps inside,
As past breaches the rickety mind.
To torment the soul inside,
As it drapes it in the shackles of time.
The celestial ambrosia turns to dust,
When the will to survive begins to rust
Hope for happiness lingers in vain
A prisoner of past is born again.

Can this be my candy kingdom?
Solipistic modifier
Confectionery sweets make my teeth feebler
Weaker
the confines of my mind let me linger

Why can't I stop Abstracting
Is that a bad thing?
What is real and what isn't
Catch me navel-gazing

introspective nonsense
ruminating.
Can it be illuminating?
My mind feels fuzzy

I'll tell you one thing
...
Could this be my candy kingdom?
pondering.

Loneliness will  be scary if you are uncomfortable being lonely with the person you are-_-some are really content and comfortable that way

Loneliness=>improvisation=>
improvised prospects=>improvising perspective=>you get where you are going:)
If you get comfortable alone you are definitely heading where you want to be:)

oh lonely doe
outside my blurry bedroom window
on this rainy day in may
drops pouring down a sky gray
over this single solitary soul

yet still as a statue she lies
except for those black glassy eyes
that blink and stare
without expression or care
sat the lonely doe hypnotized

sadness and solitude filled my heart
as i watched the lonely doe apart
i wonder if her friends or family were near
perhaps a squirrel, bird, or deer
will the lonely doe stay or depart

i left the window to fetch a cup of tea
only to find the lonely doe had flee
she left me all alone on this dreary day
no one to see and nothing to say
in perfect solitude by myself and free

There are
no apologies for being.
Find me
where the
people aren't

The door to freedom opened,
Yet there he still remained,
For the will to fly has atrophied,
And the bird is finally caged.

Wipe your eyes, my baby
Marlboro and shotgun casings
Pound piano keys and feel it in your bones, this fear you’re facing
Because Debussy can’t take away the sound through unsubstantial apartment wall spacing
Of neighbors screaming, growing skill in the use of debasing words
We’re growing sage to burn alongside the memory of heart-breaking firsts
That didn’t bring any fulfillment or remaining seconds and thirds
We are witches, searching for potions to provoke hard spells
To forget these troubles which were heard from the mouthpiece of hell
Our black cats and crooked hats don’t hide the fact
That these highs don’t last
And soon we will remember why we left yesterday’s December behind
Ice crackling softly in window panes becomes enough to remind us why—
These things don’t leave the solitary, unhinged mind
When there’s nothing else to replace what was once chased
On agonizing below-zero winter days
So wipe your eyes, my baby
Wipe your eyes
This won’t heal, not like the bullet wound and cigarette addiction
That you always lose
(And somehow manage to re-find).