and all I love I loved alone.

I don’t want to, yet the gleam beckons me closer. I tell myself no, yet I find myself reaching over. Before I grasp, to myself I ask, “The release, how long will it last? Is it worth it once you can’t stop? Is it worth it to even start?” Ignoring my own logic and connecting with it A simper rising in my lower lip. The blade gleams in the dim light and still, I fight with all my…

The leaves dance in the gentle breeze. It appears to be a beautiful day, but don’t let appearance fool you please. It only looks that way. If she were to step outside the sun would melt her. She stays within to save her skin. To save her heart from the world’s desire to break and tame the wild within. It’s a beautiful kind of pain; to live unhinged and beastly. It’s actually kind of…

It is deafeningly quiet out here, But what does that mean? It means I can hear the clock ticking, The birds flapping in my eaves And the children shuffling down the street. It means I can hear the hum of my computer And the jingle of the television show on In a room outside this closed door. It means there is no distraction to the Traffic inside my head and the honking horns. It means…

I should be up and out of bed. I should be replenishing after yesterday. Drinking and poor nutrition has been me lately; My body aching and weakening each day. I should be up and cleaning house. I should be moving and preparing for the day. Laziness has me tight in its grips as I lie here, Mindlessly scrolling reel after reel, episode after episode. I should be reading, painting, playing…

I cannot sense the ground beneath Nor the walls around me. I ache through this inner seeking for a crack, a hole, a slight deprecation, anything that may give way into this void. This dark, impenetrable, yet gaping hole in which The memory of your presence is hidden away. I seek to shed light inside this place, but to peer within is to invite chaos. Confusion attacks and Nothing takes…

Typically in sorrow I find my writing to be too wordy, But this sorrow in me I cannot allow to be confined. Unfailingly as I sit, pen in hand or fingers laid on qwerty, I understand the need to reduce the sorrow that’s undefined. Yet, subsequently, in regards to those tragic years My customary creative outlet stamps defiant. The only words to be found are my tears. As the blank page stands…

Here I am once again with the darkness looming ’round. Heaviness descends As I lower to the ground. A pity it seems After all this time, It did not matter. I still cannot disengage from my mind. Always knowing This is where it would end; I tried fooling myself, But this fate I could not bend. Giving up this fight Had stopped being an option, But as I lie here deflated, It may once…

A breath away, a heartbeat closer. The struggle with fear and hesitation. “It is you, only you can help her“ Tentatively, stepping closer, breath abated. My legs are laden, the air grows denser. Relieved, my extension cannot reach her. Though, I sense I need to, “You cannot lose this.“ A forced inhale, I know this truth. I scan the room and spot the chair. With it, I resume my weighted…

It slips on like silk. Strong like it too. It is soft as it touches my contures, Laying itself into my crevices It is my most worn garmentAlways at the ready. It is most difficult to remove, And can only be done in solitude. It is an expectation, no matter my state.Without it, I am foreign. It softens my features And makes me amiable. It brings joy to othersThough I suffocate beneath…

There is a song dancing before my eyes. Splashing colors trail the tails of the playful wind. A breeze of hopefuless whispering against my ears. Yet, I am blinded to the twirls of this live melody, Nor can I feel its crescendoing warmth swirling ’round; Unto deaf ears it descends, like the wisp of a forgotten memory.

There is a song dancing before my eyes. Splashing colors trail the tails of the playful wind. A breeze of hopefuless whispering against my ears. Yet, I am blinded to the twirls of this live melody, Nor can I feel its crescendoing warmth swirling ’round; Unto deaf ears it descends, like the wisp of a forgotten memory.

What took you so long, Friend?! While I was alone drowning in this abyss, Hating my existence, where were you then? While the floor and I became one, As we laid unseen beneath layer upon layer Of filth and garbage eclipsing the sun. Where was the “I am always here”, While I disappeared into the darkness? Not once did you appear. I slipped into a void where I could not see! How can,…

There is a song dancing before my eyes. Splashing colors trail the tails of the playful wind. A breeze of hopefuless whispering against my ears. Yet, I am blinded to the twirls of this live melody, Nor can I feel its crescendoing warmth swirling ’round; Unto deaf ears it descends, like the wisp of a forgotten memory.

There is a song dancing before my eyes. Splashing colors trail the tails of the playful wind. A breeze of hopefuless whispering against my ears. Yet, I am blinded to the twirls of this live melody, Nor can I feel its crescendoing warmth swirling ’round; Unto deaf ears it descends, like the wisp of a forgotten memory.

There is a song dancing before my eyes. Splashing colors trail the tails of the playful wind. A breeze of hopefuless whispering against my ears. Yet, I am blinded to the twirls of this live melody, Nor can I feel its crescendoing warmth swirling ’round; Unto deaf ears it descends, like the wisp of a forgotten memory.

There is a song dancing before my eyes. Splashing colors trail the tails of the playful wind. A breeze of hopefuless whispering against my ears. Yet, I am blinded to the twirls of this live melody, Nor can I feel its crescendoing warmth swirling ’round; Unto deaf ears it descends, like the wisp of a forgotten memory.