Spiraling

Spiraling Into madness. My brain So anomalistic Idiosyncratic Unparagoned Encumbered. It hurts Oh how it hurts. My thoughts Cut through my mind Sharp Painful Bloody… I’m bleeding. A cocaphony In my brain. Loud, confusing, caustic. I’m spiraling Down Down Deeper still. Indelicate black tunnels Pull me farther in. I can’t see now. I feel the ghosts Of my past Tug at me. I’m pulling apart. … Continue reading Spiraling

Talk to Me

Talk to me Say something One word Just one Please… I need – I need to know Where you stand With me. Say something. What do you feel, What do you think, What have I done wrong… I want to explode I want to rip my hair out One by one. These thoughts They attack me Like a swarm of bees Like a hurricane Like … Continue reading Talk to Me

See Me

You don’t see me. You see your expectations of me. You see a version of me that you want, Or expect me to be.   They say “She’s a whore”, “She’s dumb” “She’s a bitch” “She’s selfish”… You don’t see me.   I don’t fit into a box, I’m hard to understand, I’m uniquely me. The world refuses to see me. Refuses to even try to understand my heart … Continue reading See Me

Death

Death. The thing everyone fears. The end. The dark… I’m not afraid. I feel a connection To the blackness. This dark side of me Has no fear. I embrace it. I embrace sin. I’m connected to death. Death is a part of me. Every dark corner in the hollows of my mind Resembles death. Death is darkness. Darkness is death. Is fear. I’m numb. I … Continue reading Death

The Wind

This short poem is inspired by fall.  Fall is full of new beginnings, full of freshness.  As all of us head back to school, it really is an amazing opportunity to change and work on ourselves.  Just like the seasons, people can change to – for the better.   I need this. I want this. I’ve made mistakes, I’ve hurt others, hurt myself… But I’m … Continue reading The Wind

Anomaly

Weeks were slow, months were fast. Moments were quick, but memories won’t last. Time goes on, I grow older. Finding myself, becoming colder. Every thought is a key to my future, every step closer to who I am. I walk down the street, eyes follow and taunt. My style is different, temperament liberal. Anomaly is my second name. The capricious are uncertain, but have charisma. … Continue reading Anomaly