(2013)
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
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
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise
I want to be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
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