My Reasons

Why can’t anyone see? I am not ok, I am not well… I am trying to scream out trying to call out… I have no reasons to feel this way, I have no need for your help, I have the perfect life. This is what you say. But I need help, for reasons I do…

Ripped

I wish I could live life ripped in pieces, then I would be the real me. A mosaic of ripped flesh and exposed bone casually walking down the street. If you rip away my smile, a sour pout will be behind it, rip the laughter along with it, there appear the incoherent sobs. Rip that…

The Overused Hour

It’s three am, the overused hour, the star of so many poetry pieces and sad songs, and yet here I lie writing about it once more. I am in my bed, my blankets hug me and the spring moon shines in through the window I do not cry, I am not suffering, just suspended in…

Empty

So this is what an empty heart feels like? Desolate and scared? I lay on my bed and the shadows of the night want to suffocate me, they grasp at my skin, scratch my eyes and press on my chest trying to make me stop breathing. I sob quietly in the darkness, my tears not…

Darkness

I am in a pit of darkness; nothing can be seen, no light reaches my eyes, my surroundings are unknown to me, I have been thrown into darkness by the situations around me. My eyes scream wanting to see, my corneas seem to want to jump out of my head, my pupils dilate to their…

Goodbye

Goodbye, so long, farewell to all those who have carried my tears with them, to those who have shared with me their laughs and worries and to those who have taken my apologies, to all my friends who have kissed my heart. I am standing on the edge of a world that has injected its…

The Darkness Which Affects Us

“They were filled with rage. All they really knew were two darknesses, the darkness of their lives, which was now closing in on them, and the darkness of the movies ,which had blinded them to that other darkness, and in which they now, vindictively, dreamed, at once more together than they were at any other…

The Most Suffered

To say I am the most suffered being on Earth may be tought to be a selfish tought. It is something the sea would say in a storm,something the clouds would think as they drain themselves on the soil. But it is as true as the sun always rises in the east, as the fact…

The Theory of a Madwoman

This is the theory which is my life, a faltering feverish fatality that I call life, a blubbering beast of boredom that I live in, the screaming scared sphere of earth. I sit on nails all day dealing with people who speak with knives; their sharp tongues launching at me the mean words that attack…

Anatomy of a Whisper

Traveling through the leaves working his way through their veins, absorbing the energy that they had collected, exiting them just like he had entered them. He, that intrepid whisper, who comes from the whisperer’s lips, ran from ear to ear, from mind to mind. He ran carrying beautifully deadly messages in his blood, pumping them…