i push myself down
and crawl to my destinations
on bleeding palms and tearing knees
i resist doing what had
filled me full of pride in me
pride i needed to keep walking straight
i subdue and withhold
but what is it that i'm holding?
all i have here is what i truly think is real
i dump out my head
and i find all kinds of fish
with rolled up maps in their stomachs
i fear and i hold back
all the words that have been
begging me and tugging at my sleeves
i learn so much now
and with every passing day
i morph those fish into scaled birds
i roll over and over
and i collect life on my skin
absorbing it all into me for processing
i shake the feathers
from my eyes and ringing ears
i refuse to cower in the shadow of loss
i want to set free my brainwords
but is that so wrong of me?
why am i scared of what i've always done?
To Cure ParanoiaTo Cure Paranoia
doors creak open, seem concealing
windows blow dark curtains in
into a room where nothing sleeps
tension lives where peace had been
you've been scarred, i see it plainly
but i'm not the one who wronged you
so lift yourself up from these floors
that splinter your insides black and blue
doors creak open, but it's just me, see?
and i'm here to take you from your hell
i will not I WILL NOT hurt you, my love
i bear no monsters for you to duel
A MoodA Mood
it's raining today
but i can't feel the water
or breathe the wet asphalt.
it's colder today
but i have no fireplace
and definitely no patience.
it's sunday today?
it's monday today.
and i don't care for effort.
it's annoying being
and as my lips dry
i contemplate, but do nothing.
i am in a mood
and i do not like it.
i want to hurt and break things.
i am angry today
and i'm not sure why.
maybe because you piss me off.
i am numb today
and i don't like that either.
and i hate a lot of things i shouldn't.
it's raining today
but i can't feel much else
besides how i want to slam doors.