“Can I get a hell yeah?” I proclaim,
I need a response to know I’m not a shit stain
I get it again, they give me a chant
And I suppose at this point I really can’t faceplant
I struggle to find peace in an inconceivably huge world whose heart has crusted over,
So I seek refuge in the small world of a large bowl,
And try to remind myself that tomorrow is a new day.
“The life of now isn’t anything the me of sixteen could have dreamed of.
But I’m back again, in the bedroom of the person I tried so hard to escape.
I’m sleeping with the shadows and memories of myself.
I’m falling into the same frustrating cycles with my loved ones”
I pace over my torn carpet, taking slow, deep breaths.
I know today is a stress volcano,
But I’m charging myself through its brunt, welding anthem in my pocket, hands first.
“I can do this. I can surmount this. I am strong.”
It was a regular Thursday. Wax oozed from the walls and the pores of our faces. We stepped through the … More
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall fill the cracks of my neurosis
And I shall breathe life like a dragon,
Making peace with my insignificance.
Fifteen minutes is all you need to make a difference.
Skate across the pond touching baubles of different colors,
I know I am enough.
“Altruism and standards are beautiful practices, sure as hell,
But I miss my addictions.
Turning them down,
Turning her down.
I need to cry.
“I’ve estranged sleep, like the friends I lost and loved.
My weathered body has perforated itself
Into the shapes of the things I want to create.”
“One by one in the midnight hour,
I begin reciting the names of those faceless beings.
They skitter and gurgle against the pale brick walls,
Roaring their loudest as they prepared, for death.”