I have a block in my mind that weighs the rest of my body down Until I am buried beneath the ground Blinded by my apathy and self-doubt. The block causes build up in my brain with random strains of words That mean nothing-- It only cause my nerves to stay in the past tense of… Continue reading The Lack of
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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
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