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…

DISARM ME

Tick, tick, tick, tick The ticking has teeth Biting, gnawing, jagged Razor sharp clicks Piercing rationality Tick, tick, tick, tick Silk strands of insanity Weave discourse Into complex patterns Warping sound reason Tick, tick, tick, tick Logic sits positioned On a hairline trigger Adrenaline unloads Clouding all clarity Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick An emotional time…

ANXIETY FEELS LIKE

Anxiety feels like A polarized heart With a disorganized beat Tearing your insides apart Looking for a solution Inside a wired mess Of irrational pollution Buzzing electricity Of an adrenaline high As it reaches full toxicity Painfully tense muscles In a constant and rigid flex Making calm breath a struggle Anxiety feels like Emotional electrocution

STAINED RIBBONS

There are triggers, even today, more than 20 years later that create an uncontrollable reaction. When triggered I become some strange Quinton Tarantino character acting in one of his famous satirical non-linear story lines. I just want to beat my head against the wall until all I feel is the wall’s unmovable strength and all…