(2013)
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something