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stillhuman Jul 4
It's taking all of me
to not spiral
out of control
into madness

The world's capacity is full
and i'm a grain of sand
Why is it so menacing to just exist?
The world we make
Is a safe place to fall from
Spiraling into one another
Our souls orbit like Saturn's moons
Drawn by an irresistible gravity

The world we make
Is a journey most never experience
An adventure full of new discoveries
And unexplained connections
Guiding us toward one another

The world we make
Is familiar and foreign
A home for healing hearts
And building dreams
From the fractured pieces

Broken and beautiful
Raw and rare
Faith and fear
Grace and gratitude
Ours
Ryan May 8
people
don’t understand
spirals

it’s not something i do
because
i’m not living in the moment or
because
i refuse to attend to practical matters

i spiral
because in
every moment of
every day
my mind is
seeing and
feeling and
embracing
the biggest struggles
and smallest victories
of everyone around me

heartbreak
tears
years of hard work
dreams come true
my brain is a sponge
in the ocean wave of life

look around
the world is a whirlpool
of infinite possibilities and
of infinite reasons
to sit and think for awhile

it’s only natural
to be pulled
under
A quicksand cyclones downward at the center,
A spiraling hole spun around by the sands that enter,
They scratch at the innards of my heart,
Pulling everything down and ripping it apart,

I’ve tossed so many things at it,
But they just drop into this endless pit,
Nothing seems to fill it up,
Instead everything just gets ****** up,

It’s like having my flesh sliced by scattered grains,
Spun at high velocity as it sheers against my veins,
Carving out tiny wounds accumulate into scars,
Blood seeping, lost and disappearing with its cause,

Cries are ****** up and then dispersed,
Scattered into pieces until it’s no longer heard,
Screams are silenced by a ringing vacuum,
Run through bleeding veins buried in my womb,

It’s like something wants to come up,
Like a volcano that’s ready to erupt,
Everything that’s been sunk and saturated full,
It’s getting ready to finally burst my soul,

I didn’t want to shut it all up,
It wasn’t my choice to have it all ****** up,
I tried so hard to pull it out with my strength,
But I underestimated the length of my pain,

It’s been loaded and treated with all its vice,
So I don’t know how to clean it up nice,
I think my exterior is too thick for it to ever explode,
But I think that one day, I am going to implode.
Isabella Dec 2020
My life has been a downward spiral
The path is full of disdain and misery
The motion makes me sick
The darkness makes me sicker
And I’m afraid I’m on my way to my own destruction
Taylor Dec 2020
My ears finally
Popped
I’m acclimated
Motion sickness over
The world is still
The room is quiet
Finally
It’s been so long
Sinking
Spiraling
Drowning
Choking on air
Praying for the crash
Now here I am
Where I belong
A bitter peace
Feeling empty and full
Lost and found
All at once
I’m alone
But smothered by you
I hate it here
But it’s home
I want to leave
But I know I’ll come back
So why bother
And knowing how I’ll come back
Sinking
Spiraling
Drowning
Choking on air
Feels almost as bad as staying here
With you
Strying May 2020
Laying here,
5:08,
I can't believe it's so late.
On my phone,
Once again,
I can't believe this might end.

My life is in pieces,
I'm spiraling,
Attempting to create,
Something inspiring.
But how can I focus when I can barely breathe.
My eyes slowly shutting,
I haven't brushed my teeth.
So I stand up and go.
No sleep for me.

Soon I find that it's 8,
and my day has begun.
It's 5:15 am :) great. I have to go somewhere at 10 am today...
anonymous May 2020
I feel myself circling the truth
narrowing in on the target
spitting and spewing excuses
like darts ruining a blameless wall
until
bullseye!
I've never been good enough
tears fall
Olive Apr 2020
I feel like a remote.
A tiny remote in the hands of a giant
Toggling through channels
Accidentally pressing every other button than the intended
I have no control
I have lost sense of where I am in space
I am helpless
Vulnerable to the choices of the giant
Constantly fluctuating between states of fear
And peace
Never knowing when each state will change
Never knowing how long I will have peace
Before the fear arises
I am just a tiny remote
In the hands of a giant.
Currently battling feelings of trauma sneaking up and hijacking my peace of mind.
Samantha Renee Jan 2020
she hides who she really is
under pretenses of laughter and joy
when inside
her thoughts spiraling
as she gets colder and colder
quieter and quieter
thinner and thinner
until all that remains is a gaunt shadow
of what they thought she was
she slowly starts to disappear
as sun turns to fallen leaves and fallen leaves to snow
they start to not notice her anymore
start to forget
the one who once brought in so much life
is now just existing, barely living
trying to hold on as
it becomes a struggle just to wake up in the morning
to bring the fork to her mouth
to leave the house
to talk
as she becomes
smaller and smaller
her thoughts withering her away
until there is nothing left
but dust.
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