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
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
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
I am alone In the streets of a foreign city In the night when the people empty Out of this place I am not home In these pieces of broken places In my mind where I feel wasted and lose my days I find a bottle and let it fill me with dread and fear… Continue reading Alone
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
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
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
I have something to tell you, but I’m not sure how to say it. Are you happy? I want you to be happy, But I’m not sure what to do– I feel like I’m tiptoeing around shattered glass, Picking up stray pieces, Wondering where they came from. I want to tell you something, But I… Continue reading Are you Happy?