The words scatterA mixed crowd, jumbledLumped, piled, heapedAnxiously awaitingThe big fightThe standoffBetween literalAnd metaphoricalBoth weighing inFor contextFor clarityFor intentIn their own cornersReady to fightTo defend, to defeatTo stand victoriousReady to take homeThe glory that comesFrom a story well told
A million little things Fall through the gaps Too many seconds ticking So much landscape escaping Yawning so wide Sucking in wind Measured by time Pulling my heart Shaped hour glass Closer and closer To the edge Begging me to jump To the other side Before the seconds Turn into hours And I’m nothing But…
I awaken to fog Like wooly fleece Or curdled milk I breathe it in And it clogs My airways It absorbs into All my pores And I leave The house With fog In my veins
The sky disappeared The world has faded Voices once loud Are soft and muted Passion spilled out In inks and paints A world created To drown the noise And I wonder Am I leaving slowly Am I doing it again Part of me Is disappearing Slowly but surely Into the silence I’m creating Man… I’ve…
The world says Emotion is ugly So… You cut out your eyes So tears can’t fall You cut out your voice So the words can’t come You cut off your hands So you can’t wring them You cut off your legs So you can’t crumple Only then will they say Wow You’re so beautiful I…
I kept beating it down My voice and its words To murder it into silence No thoughts, no thoughts Empty the passions Empty the knowledge Empty the fat ego Light the matches Then Let those things burn I’ve always been a super emotional person. Too much. Too much. It took years to train my external…
Caught in fabric Trying to escape Threads tangled And fraying Inside patterns That can’t speak That can’t feel That will never Breathe the same Ever again Ever feel there is just too much happening and you can’t move? Like you’re stuck in a pattern weaved long before you existed? I remember the first time I…
I’m so close to opening the online art store I’ve been working on for the last three years. I mean yes I’m slow and well… I had to make the art. Right now I’m looking for specific support. -If you love art. -If you know anyone who loves art. -If you just like looking at…
I can feel you Balling up Like dry lint Collecting Bits of yourself Tiptoeing Around Gathering Strength But my brain Has creaky Well used Floorboards Mostly Because of you And I know Every single time I experience Self-doubt Or self-loathing You’ll be there To devour The scraps And I’ll be Fighting you Once again Someday…
You can’t see it But I’m shaking inside If my body were earth You’d feel the quaking Tremors are splitting My insides are flayed I’ve been sitting alone For weeks now No For months now And the landscape of me Has changed drastically Whoever I was, destroyed Whoever emerges I hope she’s free * I…
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