The curve winds around Like a snake that slithers Underneath my veins I can’t feel the motion Or understand why It’s wrapping itself Around my everyday But it’s dragging me From my focus And pulling me From my slumber Waiting inside my joints Trying to convince me It’s all hopeless
I don’t write much anymore. I haven’t needed to. I started my blog years ago as a way of releasing the voices in my head that had grown so loud I couldn’t trust reality anymore. These voices played havoc on my relationships and nearly cost me my life. At the time I had a friendship…
I’m paralyzed Inside thoughts I’ve overanalyzed Finding demons I’ve devised I’m not surprised It’s an everyday Compromised and Fertilized in fear And perfectly Standardized Inside my mind Clarified and Glorified amen My logic vaporized An ineffective virucide No longer quarantined And left to colonize Inside your love *I was thinking about Alien today and wanted…
I’m a big fan of honesty. I think if we hurt we should speak. We shouldn’t suffer in silence. But I have learned, over and over again, not every feeling or emotion needs to see the light of day in order for us to heal. In fact, voicing certain feelings can be harmful to other…
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…
Words are powerful. Be wise. Be rational. Be clear. Don’t be silent.
You are a clear and constant flickering of light Inside a galaxy made up of a billion other stars Yet you speak louder and shine much brighter Than all the suns that fight this celestial crowd I can feel your warmth penetrate the expanse Through celestial blizzards of cold darkness Just to be in…
I don’t like the way the wind Has been shaking this house Empty and cold a place I constructed a life time ago The creaking Once a lullaby Now sounds like screams I can’t sleep I can’t think It’s the house telling me To get out, go away, move on And some days I just…
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