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
My favorite part of your body Are your hands. They feel like Warmth Sun Light And a little more Ethereal to the touch Than the rest of us. *Inspired by Rupi Kaur
Waiting for love is like Waiting for warmth in December Or for snow in the middle of summer-- It's as consistent as the weather And as simple as an atom, Or a quiet explosion-- But I can't seem to find it.
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.
He converses with me in his converse sneakers And pulls me in with a silence that holds me up in his arms. The sharp edges of his body match his intensity And beat into me to bring my heart back to life again From its long sleep.
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
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