Writing Conversations

Misscommunication

When I am around you, I feel lost. Maybe it’s because of the thoughts I have That drown out what is real, And what is not-- Maybe it's my mouth replacing the air with water, Heavy in my lungs--   I'm afraid of what will come up Once I try to connect the words in… Continue reading Misscommunication

Writing in the Dark

Don’t Leave Me in the Dark

Sometimes I smile out of habit.   I don’t notice when it’s dishonest, Because I’m so used to convincing myself it’s true. You can fake it so much that it turns into your reality, Even when you are pretending.   But sometimes pretending seems more familiar to me than reality. I continue repeating and hearing… Continue reading Don’t Leave Me in the Dark

Writing in the Dark

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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

Writing in the Day

People Need a Melody

I feel weight on my body, But my mind is awake and waiting.   I feel hope. Small, but it grows and makes each step lighter— Like I’m lighting a fire And searching for the spark that’s starts a flame—   I will wait.   I don’t want to sink into this feeling I have… Continue reading People Need a Melody

Writing in the Day

I’m Back

What happened to me?   When did I decide to give up my soul for a copy? Copying words and phrases that match the people standing next to me— And when did I stop myself from being?   I can’t think of a moment when I put my wants above someone else— So I’m reminded… Continue reading I’m Back

Writing in the Dark

Suffocating

This isn't what I asked for. I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises, But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed. My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all sides, because I realize I am afraid of myself. I… Continue reading Suffocating

Writing in the Dark

Heavy Listening

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