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 … Continue reading The Lack of
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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 … Continue reading Listen
His touch grips the revolver in my mind and sets it off with a burst of color-- Drained to white As pain replaces the adrenaline and leaves me Wasted.
I hate this present. I hate how I have failed to show you depth and beauty and strength. I gave you a torn reality that is fake and empty. I am sorry. I wish we could start over and find ourselves again. Maybe we still … Continue reading Stranger
A Word to the Wise Your words are venom– The kind of venom that gets beneath the skin and spreads like a bug bite. A bee sting. The kind of feeling you get from someone repeatedly pricking every inch of your skin with a fine … Continue reading Venom