Writing in the Day

Wise Mind

I need to choose who I spend my time with wisely. Time spent thinking, Reliving, Talking—   I need to not waste time on the negative memories, Thoughts, Words, People, Past hurts, Because I deserve To enjoy the time I have on this earth,   I will continue the search for My wise mind, And… Continue reading Wise Mind

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

Messy

I am a mess.   My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet.   I feel the corners of my mouth move involuntarily When I look at you and see you smile.… Continue reading Messy

Writing in the Dark

Just Existing

Everyday I ask myself, "What am I doing with my life?" And sometimes... I feel fear when the words escape my mouth-- Like they are running into the unknown, Quickly being ripped away from me Without giving an answer to the emptiness I am left with. I meet a crisis everyday. I ask myself when… Continue reading Just Existing

Writing in the Dark

The Lack of

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

Writing Conversations, Writing in the Dark

Listen

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