Take a stab in the dark
To see which holes bleed
To see how long before I start silently screaming
wheezing out all of the damages done
Those perceivable wounds that ooze a contemptuous red hue of thick liquid
that slowly caresses skin
before falling down
Escaping body, rejected from the living
Breathing, suffocating from the metallic smell
hauntingly drifting into each nostril
to inhale one’s self
Foreshadowing what’s to come?
I am grateful for change. ❤
How many paths must we cross,
Must we stumble through;
Guessing which part of the fork is best positioned for the tastiest bite?
To chew on the destination of thoughts that enable blood to pump and flow
Parallel to the bordered trail like a stream;
A continuous reminder of water and the other elements one person needs to survive
Removing the requirements of life and focusing on all that is surrendered
To a compartmentalized pandora’s box
Categorizing important cargo in a wooden reminder of vulnerability
Dried salmon candle wax puddled on the cracked surface
Staining the purity of all that embraces my mind
I am grateful for friendly neighbors. ❤
What lies underneath the words that we say?
We manipulate to understand a percentage of honesty that
hurts, when heard. I think my actions are
always owning fear.
We’ve underestimated the size of the world, but then,
you can’t imagine where I’ve been.
I miss the unattainable, the home that saved me;
I wonder if we’ll make it back someday?
I’ve admitted to no one, these thoughts that overcome,
But there will always be impatient
moments of truth,
a second where the light shines a target on you,
I’ve felt it for awhile but I’m unclear
of what that means,
or who I am?
I feel as if I’ve escaped some reality that haunts me
A double vision, time warp that
competes with my own sensibility.
Do I wage these wars of battle in my head to an empty sector?
I wish I could see what what going on.
I am grateful for a little voice called perspective. ❤
It’s hard to begin to express the sheer frustration and depression I fall into, when you leave. Although, your body lingers, your mind has lost it’s way. The pathway to self-destruction on speed. A numbing embrace and a glimpse of a light, so you use. To keep a handy vial on hand, mimics the guidance of friends, pushing you away from everyone. And you do. Your self-confidence issues are portrayed, by the mean words you say, when you’re not you. How important do I weigh in the narcissistic world playing in everyone’s heads? What would you say if you were given the chance to conquer it all or, to be happy?
I am grateful for the sun ❤
As a cockroach, the ugliest parasite of them all
I am free, but pointless
Black antennas and beady eyes, they consume
The world is on fire but the bug always prevails
A grim reaper of destruction and chaos,
What have I become?
A monster of death?
A watcher, a listener, a schizophrenic creeper?
To be an addict’s last witness and give out his dying wish
We all collectedly suffer;
To always be alone and afraid…
I am grateful for new music. Listening to God Is An Astronaut ❤