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but i told the moon,
i told the stars,
that you had left your mark.
look at us now,
strangers from afar,
not even the stars,
can mend our scars.
when we danced,
dripping wet
Day 1:
The half-eaten PB&J oozing
jelly on her nightstand
intrigued me, but the
smell of unwashed socks and
sweaty yoga pants kept
Paint me in a place where I do not have to wake up and automatically check Twitter,
Where I can be free and not have to be glued to a radiation-emitting device.
Feeling the turbulence all around me
I see a group of people I recognize,
My cousins.
"Where am I?" I ask.
They pointed to the grass.
I look down, then around me,
"The cementary" I whispered out in shock.
On a spring day the birds were chirping.
The sun was out shinning.
You can see the rainbow fading out little by little.
Then the weather changes, there's clouds on the horizon.
Fog appears out of nowhere.
Don't you just feel trapped inside the house but at the same time you're not, you are free?
Irritated with everyone around, I need to go on the run forever.
Love, there's a story of moving on and out and never stop caring. Our dream doesn't get better than this.
The Midgard Serpent stirs slightly in his slumber
A long and unsatisfying rest that has lasted since the days of Thor and WotenWhen the halls were vast and the Valkeryies washed blood from their armor that wasn’t their own
Her raven tresses and her azure eyes, overwhelm me daily with great surprise. A smile that grabs my heart in her hand, and takes me places I don’t understand.
Schizophrenia is like having a bunch of strangers living in your head, coming and going as they please. It’s such as a traveler who is only home for days at a time then abandons for the beach or the falls.
Let's talk, just you and me. All your life you've been surrounded by women: your mothers, sisters, aunts, grandmothers, teachers, neighbors, and friends.
Dear Anxiety,
You need to go
Take a trip to Moscow
I’ll cut you off the way Van Gogh
Cut off his ear
Is it that we’re black?
Because that’s how it feels
But why?We are all human
The 1400’s started this all
December 7th, bright and beaming,
the thing I waited months for was fleeting.
I was speechless when what I thought was love,
was actually just my imagination.
Why would my mind trick me into
I AM NOT A TALL BEING,
I AM NOT A SMALL BEING,
I AM NOT AN IMPATIENT BEING,
I AM NOT A PATIENT BEING,
I AM NOT VERY NORMAL,
Tears fall.
Not a cascade, nor a drip
a fall.
Broken can be fixed
piece by piece, sometimes fast sometimes slow
but fixed nonetheless.
I guess I'm one of the lucky ones that was destroyed.
