escapism
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I wake upI feel in my bones it’s not the right timeIt’s been 15 hours since I fell asleepI close my eyes
I wake upMy body aches and my hands are icyIt’s been 7 hours since I fell asleepI sit up
Take me back
please.
All this wisdom has made me weary.
Like a sickness,
it's etched into my lungs.
And like rust,
it blooms between my joints.
Open your eyes.long have they waited for you to wake.One hundred years ago, they saw light.Don't you think they deserve to again?
I can measure my life in moments:
Before and after and when.
When I realized that my parents weren’t google and God combined,
And, no matter how hard I searched,
I’d never find an adult who could fix anything,
The house, dark--locked doors
behind which secrets floated.
My emotions were like poison
to me and all others.
Weak, debased,
I turned to a place
where no one judged;
Art lets me release my pent-up feelings,
Lets me take out my frustrations,
Lets me escape my malicious thoughts.
I need expression to clear my mind.
No other thing could replace the effects that
So Rough
So Curved
Words are
When paired with a double-jointed mouth.
I bend my words past reflexion Just enough to cause perflexion
i watch you fadeinto the nightof formless shadowsshapeless sins
they swirl around youbefore the strikeof deathly terrorsshrieking fiends
Tug of the hoodie, up and at em’ boy
This is a setback; hell, the nights still younger than we are
Huddle for the cuddle, group shot, 3 quick clicks, done
Red eyes removed at the touch of a button
Sun Dance
I'll pass along your view
With solemn bliss tonight,
The dreams of southern summers
Are so close in sight,
Rainless relics of stars
Are in your eyes tonight
I want to sit
To close my eyes and just sit.
Please stop the noises
And the sights burning through my mind
Please. Just. Stop.
I want to breathe
I want to breathe so badly
I don't feel as if I'm here.
It is not with me,
So strange to be in a place that I should.
And all I have is lies.
I've forgotten,
The chance
that a black hole will materialize on earth
is so infintesimally small
as to be considered 'practically' impossible
But still
the quantum physics suggesting the possibility
On the ground were my feet, my head in the clouds
As I dreamt of a place that can never be found:
“A place with no pain, a place with no sorrow,
A place where there’s always a brighter tomorrow.
It’s the end of summer, 2005A little girl stands amidst a seaof strangers, flowing around her,unobstructed. A thousand voicesmutter around her tiny, ten year-oldform but her voice, no matter how small,
