Limerance, doilies on turds, and other words

Anxiety is running a hamster ball in hell. As everything outside burns, the ball is slowly being filled with water. Like drowning while you're being burned alive. Depression is a riptide. The harder you try to reach the shore, the further you get pulled away. ADHD is feeling like Elle Woods as a Playboy Bunny... Continue Reading →

This lil light o’ mine

I let a little darkness drip from my fingers And suddenly — I felt less gray I let a little darkness drip from my fingers Because my clouds did part just right today I let a little darkness drip from my fingers in hopes the depression just stays at bay Cause I had a little... Continue Reading →

Overanalyzing Children’s Cinema

Sometimes, it's as if my heart becomes a fist that squeezes and slams around my chest. This fist gets labelled as anxiety, and then I breathe and do other things to alleviate it. It never goes away completely, it just gets a little better. That makes me think I need to do more, and I... Continue Reading →

Sterilize

Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens I have soared I’ve danced... Continue Reading →

Synchronicity

Written 2 years ago When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea?   Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you and your soul? Who are you without the name you were given? What... Continue Reading →

Change your search, get new results?

If you Google your life, what are the results?  Have you ever thought about your thoughts? Where did it come from, what is it about or why you’re even thinking it?  Have you wondered if you control your thoughts or if your thoughts control you? How noisy is it in your head? Are you in... Continue Reading →

In the eyes of my criticism

In the eyes of my criticism   In the eyes of my criticism I cannot stand tall There are whispers to remind me I am not enough   In the eyes of my criticism Failure is the mark Where I am found lacking And everyone will know   They’ll see me the way I do... Continue Reading →

Picasso Loved Crack

Picasso was once quoted to say, "Find what you are good at and give it away" So I guess may-be I'll start today Throwing around words in my blasphemous play I don't know what I've got to say Here are some words stuck in my head Write! Write! I command it You can stop when... Continue Reading →

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