Self help books
sell ghosts
to haunt your head
falsely lead
to expectations
of something better, further ahead
All these ideals
and narratives
We need to shed
yet letting go is so hard
when you’ve been sold the ethereal
beatitudinem the golden ghost
to which you could apparently become host
but, or so I’ve been told
happiness lives only in our heads
Poetry
It never ends
I’m too small
to contain this
Shits about to blow
I tried to tell you this
but I fail to communicate
when all this shit accumulates
and each piece never goes away
so I’ll be stuck with this every day
and then more on top
It’s just the way
my brain is wired
Don’t know why
all these feelings that ebb and flow
they’re all painful
no respite
empty full
nothing and everything
I want a lobotomy
so tired
this is the trend
in my brain and it won’t end
Drs should learn from Frankenstein
Hands touch a heart
to save a life
without questioning if it’s right
Frankenstein
creating a monster
for survivals sake
Without morals
This freakish medicine
used when death would be better
PAIN
The pain accelerates
no stepping back, no brakes
heart and lungs deflate
no words can translate
this suffering and hate
it’s just inside
aggravate
agitate
I’ve had these wounds so long
They’re antiquated
so I keep it all bottled up
it’s the same old, same old
and I know what comes
The accusations are sung
‘You don’t wanna try’
‘you can’t let go’
I can’t let go
I don’t know
Any other feeling
but this gaping fucking hole
deep inside of me
the abyss swallowed me
long ago
there was never anything
that could be left of me
cause I was never ever whole
Ghosts NaPoWriMo 26
We were a fever in the night
kissing our wild hearts goodbye
Imprisoning ourselves into the prisms of ghosts
in the hopes we could drift like smoke
up to the stars in the sky
Numb NaPoWriMo poem 25
Our gaunt faces leave us behind
Irises reflecting goodbye
The speed of life dilating eyes
a blank space where sparks should alight
tired and harried by all this accumulation of sight
Yearning something simple
but nothing yet to delight
A numbness setting into the lungs
Revolving door NaPoWriMo poem 24
Haunted minds
and a revolving door
inside and out
to smoke
And in this smog
we birthed
A song
That couldn’t be heard
and this is our pain
all lines blurred
no one to listen to us go
no one to see our scream
as we fall
Into another nightmares dream
Cycle of water NaPoWriMo poem 23
Beneath the cover of a tree
finding sanctuary
Watching the world pass by me
A blanket of rain pouring down
A reminder of the cycle of clouds
Birds will tell you NaPoWriMo poem 22
The birds will tell you
when someone or something
is around the corner
If only you’d listen.
Stillness NaPoWriMo poem 21
In stillness
the wild will stroll
It’ll be the best form of acceptance
you’ll ever come to know
