The sharp pain Of long thin lines Razored edges Were like black Electrical breakers Disrupting, flipping Harmful impulses And runaway thoughts Once upon a time This was my Horror story That felt like life But was more like Hurry up and die The static was loud Turn the channel He kept saying Just… you know…
It starts small A turned knob An open door Well hello Old friend How have you been? A memory stirs With a wicked hand A light goes out You’ve closed the door But it doesn’t matter You’re not alone The whispering starts And the tears come Because you know Depression Always uninvited Tends to overstay
So many things I miss about you Your energy was always so high You loved movement, dancing You were a literal musical Everything you did was intense A grand white whirlwind Sucking everyone up But then…. You’d spit them out The thing about whirlwinds Is that they can become tornados Leaving devastation behind And I…
The sorrows are hanging Left in the dark to cure Wrung out and dried Just waiting to be worn
I’ve been sober for quite some time. Aug 10, 2014 I woke up knowing I could never drink again. And I haven’t. I think about and can go back into the brain I had. I can feel all the heartsick and pain. All the ways I let the world torture me… how I tortured myself.…
Sometimes you hate yourself And you think everyone else Should hate you too So you make up reasons And concoct scenarious That prove that it’s true Because if it’s true then You don’t have to focus On why you hate yourself And you can begin To defend yourself From the other person And then maybe…
Sometimes the walls cry Flooded by waterfalls Stones crumble then fly Leaving a pile a mile high Carvings on pieces Blood splatter dialog Rooms left behind Flooded and drained Moldy rotting floors Splinter weak doors Rooms left behind But never forgotten
A cavalcade of horrors Abominable explorers March around the face Barely keeping pace Ticks marking seconds As the past steadily beckons Hands running retrograde The harvester already paid Searching all the memories For every infernal enemy Be careful what you chose To reverse, repeat, rewind You have only everything to lose
I love music. But I have to be careful with it. If I listen to sad music all day I’ll become sad. Angry music I’ll become angry. So why not always listen to happy music? Because you need balance. If you aren’t happy it could help or it could make you feel even more alone.…
There were olives in a bowl Crickets outside the window The dishwasher was washing And my mind was ticking To do lists making demands Run on sentences colliding Memories interrogated Negotiating times and places Thoughts flipping like pancakes And emotions like cheese whiz Melting under a big orange sun I’m hungry and I’m tired And…
