Small, thin, malleable Strands of long, skinny wire Twisted and woven Between bone and sinew Positive connecting negative Animation progressing Pieced together leftovers A created strength She walks through Sleeping ghosts Hungry zombies And broken humans Searching for survivors
Sometimes I can feel it The fading or the leaving The small ways of ending It’s slight and unassuming Just a strange passing And it feels like indifference But it’s tricky that way Because it’s the opposite It’s the fear snaking around It’s the worry and anxiety Whispering so very softly Before the noise buries…
I tore out all my hair And watched it Like a tumbleweed Float softly like Cotton candy strings Dancing in the breeze Further and further Away from me Never again a part of me
I inherited these genes from a dinosaur A Jurassic holy Grandmother’s leftovers Bile in my veins and worms in my brain Scorched heels and a coat of lazy for days Now my time is wasted in checkout lines Decorated in eye rolls and smirks I got a couple Snickers but they melted From the heat…
Depression is a dj. Not only that but a director and a producer. A writer of lyrics. A master mixer. A brilliant organizer. Depression is a prolific genius. Depression will study quietly in a corner. Sift through every interaction in your life organizing them. And then he lays down tracks. Beats that will bring you…
Sitting here at lunch toying with the idea of opening an Etsy store. To be completely honest I’m afraid of failure. What if I put myself out there and nothing happens? I used to be more courageous. Like I could do anything ya know? But live long enough and failure becomes a reality. I failed…
I wish I could sit In the gold Of morning Sit into the pinks And oranges Of sunset Without having to draw A sword for the black The battle we fight When left alone To face the dark And all its monsters The fights though Bring back the light And even though I feel alone…
My boss has walked in on me more than a few times to catch me ugly cry. He walks in and I smile… as of smiling will distract him from seeing the tears. It’s an automatic reflex. To hide my pain. I don’t cry as often these days. I try hard to take care of…
The universe inhales Inside my brain The tiny moon And all the planets Float like dust Inside a vacuum Created and uncreated With every idea Every thought And still their existence Feels infinite
Maybe the words won’t flow There is no waterfall No marching syllables Maybe the sigh doesn’t come There is no gentle breeze No soft release of air Maybe the eyes can’t see There is no rising sun No focused images Maybe there is no beat There is no thunder No vital signs
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