#brakes
chaos has a silver lining
don't be afraid and quit your whining
we're all in this, at the very same time
we will get through this but it's a tough climb
wash your hands, don't touch your face
distant yourself and keep the pace
the bug won't win if we do what it takes
let's kick it's *** and put on it's brakes
Brian Hill - 2020 # 95
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
“We better just stop right now.”
the slogan of betrayal woven into a warning sign
but we are always too late to see it
as we crash past the red lights into the traffic of time
where mistakes cannot be rectified and problems cannot be solved
as the warning sign gets off one stop earlier than it should
and you are left on a one-way trip to nowhere
as you watch the stop sign crash into the front of the
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
i keep having
the same reoccurring nightmare
where i'm driving and i need to stop
but my brakes won't work
it reminds me of when
i'm sitting with my friends
and i see all their subtle glances at each other
each time i take it just a little too far
because i always do
always
i can never
just get my brakes to work
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
I can feel it wearing on my skin, a deterioration of my bones, sandpaper on my heart, carving holes and smoothness in paces were they don't belong, polishing me into something it isn't. Inside my head I'm screaming but its hard when everyone knows better, everyone is telling me what to do, no one is willing to let me just do things my way, those ways are wrong, always wrong, and I need to stop them or else. Or else what? I'm not even sure I just know its bad and bad is bad and that's something I'm not supposed to be doing.
My body is caving in on itself, but I don't have the time for it, I'm late, so very late, for all the important dates and I can't let the axes fall and the queens to get angry for I can't waste any time with my head chopped off. I have to keep it together. I must keep it together. I have no choice but to keep it together.
I can't lose anything. I've built my mountain of progress and though my heart is being sandpapered into a mess and a circle of conformity and pain, I can't stop I can't breathe if I breathe a breath of my own air they reject it and my new lungs they gave me reject all air that is original. I can't breathe. I can't keep things together. Everything is a broken cacophony of madness and I cannot silence them and they fill my lungs and bleed me of oxygen until my body is panicking and I'm not breathing.
I want to feel better. I want the monsters gone and the fear and the shattered fragments to find their place somewhere safer than the tips of my fingers and the center of my heart. I'm so scared. I'm so tired.
I'm tired of trying and failing and having no time to breathe and when I try to give myself time to breathe I'm not better and things hurt more and everything spiraling down, down, down, and I can't stop it its like my brakes are broken and I'm careening into traffic and I'm trying to save myself but my airbags are broken and my windshield is shattered and my bones are brittle and my seat-belt is choking me and I know that if I don't get the brakes to stop soon I'll be dead but I know if I stop driving I'll hate myself more so I pray to unnamed gods and figments of my imagination to let me live past one more intersection so that I don't have to stop never stop and just keep on going forward.
I don't know if I'll make it, but I can't stand the idea of braking now. I could lose everything I've ever dreamed of, and I can't stand the thought of that.
I'm so tired and everything hurts, but I can't brake now, I can't sleep now. It might **** me but losing everything would **** me too. Stuck between a whirlpool and a seven headed ***** guess I'm picking the ***** and hoping I have enough marbles by the end to make it through.
Please stop being tired.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Death was one foot away
until she hit the brakes
Death was one car horn away
until she hit the breaks
Death was one small scream away
until she hit the breaks
Death was whispering my name
but she hit the brakes
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC