There’s a quiet place in my mind
One that I keep trying to find
Where it’s never trouble
And I always know just what to write

Lying down with head in the grass
These nice, warm, sunny days never last
Watch the smoke rise like clouds
Catching a train, she’s on her way out

With guitar I’m left, hanging here
Still a boy, with poems of “no fear”
Too early to bed down
Simmer the swimming thoughts in my head

I’ll go now…
To that place that I said,
So that I don’t run around here screaming
All the words I left unsaid

running 'round in my head ,
racing and chasing
they're thoughts i can't put to bed
now i write words
that are better left unsaid
only thing worth reading
are just words re-read
the voices, these things
screaming in my head
they tell me, they tell me
i'm better off dead
once again medication, you've turned a corner
science and technology, a brand new order
you've taken my heart and censored it entirely
pieces of me that have been lost along the way
god hopes that i don't forget, and remember this day
this night , this moment that you've shown your face
the last piece you took,
was all there was to take away

lively music breaks out
from the stage
a friend of mine (Daniel)
his band is playing


the night is hot
to spite the frigid weather


from start of the next set
the crowd's a wreck
many rode hard
now wet with sweat

a female vocalist lit up the scene
with a sonic scream
bodies were flailing around
she kept wailing out


the war rages on
until early morn
everyone screaming and jumping
all passengers caught up in storm


having been transported now
[to a land far away]
for most of the night

i'm feeling ragged
[worn out]
but still pretty high

sometimes you land on the Major,
sometimes you live in the Depressive
my life's in the Disorder,
... where now all hopes have drifted.

{What did you do?}

You listened to me read.
You played a song for me.
You opened me up,

you made a heart in a box think it could breathe.

buried in my room , sinking deeper under cover
my mind closes down and the thought of the door (that **** door)
gets farther and harder, and farther away...

a breaker blows. (power out)

i sit up. still can't make the door,
but now I'm writing

I Must Get out of this Room .  

-worst case scenarios / stuck in my head-

(having not slept last night, i was determined today would be different)

I get up, then change my mind about a hundred times regarding a shower
...and try ...and try,  to just make it out the door
I drank a beer, smoked a whole pack, and took my Abilify by four..

[still feeling somehow trapped with no escape
                                     ... by that **** door]

straying off a drum beaten path
magic wonder awakens gleefully
a night alive with music
rhythmic blood pumping sounds that carry me
unalone / unafraid / safe / moving winds spinning freely
-comfortable company-