I need time to breathe Or to time my breaths By 1...2...3 But the counting creates a mood of apathy and emptiness Like I can’t stay awake like this— And I’ve missed the reason For methodically breathing In and out. It’s broken down for peace, Not destructive thoughts That beat up my heart,… Continue reading 1 2 3
I am alone In the streets of a foreign city In the night when the people empty Out of this place I am not home In these pieces of broken places In my mind where I feel wasted and lose my days I find a bottle and let it fill me with dread and fear… Continue reading Alone
Talking sounds more like listening To bursts of thunder crackling in the distance Filling the room with static Until the build up in our space becomes charged with rage-- Until everything has changed-- Until our bodies become nothing but pieces of wreckage: A chaotic explosion for the barren wasteland Where our minds are left behind… Continue reading Listen
My mind is sick. There is a cancerous cell closing in on all sides until my eyes close for the day and give me time away from myself. My mind is sick, and I can't escape it.
My bones are fractured in small cracks and lines throughout my body. I've been struck by a disaster that knows no category or scale to describe-- It has broken me into pieces and left me in screams of agony From the absence of light. I am fallen.
Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors or windows or doors. Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me, but I can't place it. I can't decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is… Continue reading Left Behind
There is a room in my mind that has no windows or doors. It has no color--walls stripped bare and blank and empty-- like a force of nature decided to strip a home of its humanity. Life has left the hallways and spaces of this place. There is no frame or shape that can explain… Continue reading Dead Space
Words are lost in translation and my mind is a blur of yes and no and run, but I wait for someone to step out of this blur and say something that sounds like a warm greeting-- a hello from quiet mornings and coffee-- but my thoughts are too light for the harsh reality that… Continue reading Heavy Listening
I don’t care about the mosquitoes. It only keeps me on my toes, And reminds my skin to be tough So I can live in the differences. I don’t care about the lack of electricity. It only keeps me close to you And it reminds my eyes to search harder Through the dark so I… Continue reading Overseas