Pavement

I sit on the ledge staring down At the lights of the billboards Of women in fancy lingerie, The cars driving steadily past Like they’re on a production line, Their driver lulled into A false sense of conditional security By the pantomime life society has encaged us in. And I sit here, feeling so real…

Swing Set

The wind brushes my arm sweetly As I walk through the mulch, I hear the laughter of children linger Even though the park is empty now. I sit down on one of the worn down swings, Grip the chains until they leave indents, And then I lean back until I feel weightless, Before sitting up…

No Reason

Sometimes life leaves Just as quickly as it came On a day just the same As any other But monumentally different Because this is the one That’s going to haunt you Until your dying breath. And there’s no reason, But he searches for one anyways, Because what’s the fucking point Of living this life as…

Sore Throat

I feel as though all the raging pain and anger I’ve felt in my heart all my life has now concentrated into one part of my body: the throat. I feel like a volcano, with hot, searing lava brimming at the surface there, ready to erupt at any given moment. But it does not erupt;…

blow me

the wind when it blows like this howling angry a banshee released pulls a sadness from deep inside me the wind when it spins like this gusts of dead leaves dancing with my anxiety sets my teeth on edge the wind when it cries like this wailing warning an echo from a time i want…

Prison Cell Paranoia (part 2)

Some bolt of madness comes from a demonic source, and I’m swirling and swirling in inner chaos. ‘He wrote this because he hates my writing.’ ‘Did she call me a narcissist using subtle, vague imagery?’ ‘Does she want me to suffer because she’s never forgiven me?’ and then this amicable, passionate man is possessed by…

Little Moments

She didn’t tell me that the lights would go off, that All will come to an end. I didn’t know That the music will sound bitter one morning, That the leaves will fall from all the trees, And that the smiles will usually be Unhappy. She didn’t tell me. I found my old friend again:…