NOT EVERYONE IS HIM

Can inconsistency be a trauma? The way he said he loved me The way his eyes devoured me How his hands moved over me I remember feeling so high Destination cloud nine please He did everything right Made me lemon squares Opened my doors for me Dressed up to take me out “Let’s just drive…

CHEMICAL FEAR

They call it adrenaline But it’s just chemical fear I can taste it on my tongue Feel it speed through veins Like alcohol, thin and sharp It churns in my stomach Makes my nerves radiate And then… I’m a machine I’m not me… I’m a robot Something more innate Wakes up and steps up And…

CLAIM ME

My heart begs to be claimed Staked by the notice of you The heaviness of the world Seeks to destroy the rhythm And the universe cares not Of its small morse code voice Yet your attention is craved Above that of all the stars Above that and so much more

LOST AND (UN)FOUND by Laron Chapman

  Many of us live with irrational fears (clowns, stage fright, spiders, etc.) They grab hold of us, paralyze us, and disturb our dreams. Some of us live with a different set of fears (the fear of sexual assault, the fear of violence, the fear of death, the fear of abandonment). Such fears characterize real-life…

KEEP ON KEEPING ON

I can’t keep up Though I step up And throw down Every single second I’m struggling Just to show up Trying not to give up And people keep Speaking and screaming And I keep on Dodging the words That they keep on Spitting up But I’m scared dude Mother fucking Full of fear accrued Amplified…

SWALLOWING HUMANITY

The cracks will swallow you When you least expect them to The deep dark veins below Snake around your feet And slither silently to and fro Ubiquitously lacing surfaces Unapologetic and merciless With obscure secrets to bestow Giving air to the beasts beneath Who wait patiently to consume Eventually and completely The humanity that treads…

BREATHING ASHES

Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes Wooden stakes Carved into words Skewering insides Turning logic Into a constant Trickling streams Of overdosed panic Invisible blood Flows thick Drawing poison From weak souls Until the puss Runs sticky And thoughts sit Restless In puddles Of old and dried Scabby wounds Until remorse Draws clarity…