Mindless, Never spineless, Total deafness and blindness, Leaving you timeless. Utterly out of control, Backwards into a pole, Tripping down a one way hole, Nat 1 role, Lost soul.
Tension writhes beneath the skin. Sluggishly bubbling in pops and stops. Freezing your veins. Tendons snap taught, Binding your thoughts... Breathing in wet cement. Every movement is a stru-ggle; Traum-a-tiz-ing and par-a-Liz-ing. Until… You’re…. Fr-o-zen… S—-o-l-i—d.
Time is a funny thing. It’s such an abstract notion that it’s truly undefinable. We as human beings try to define it by breaking it down into segments, but this is just a tool we use to try and control time. The thing is that time can’t be controlled or rationed out. It’s a force … Continue reading 1 Year Later
I’ve been having a hard time writing lately, I just feel like I am in survival mode. I know that my PTSD keeps me in fight or flight some days, well most days. Hyper vigilance is amazing when things go sideways, because my body and mind are both just waiting for conflict. The bad part … Continue reading Hyper Vigilante
Searching for answers. Can lead to countless questions. Best to let it go.
So I’ve been having some really in-depth and intense conversations about emotions lately. I know a lot of the poetry I write is chock filled with what I call “emotional vomit”. I just have these emotions and instead of letting them pass I like to let them inspire me. Their not always positive emotions, some … Continue reading Emotions
Walking with a grin, plastered on my face. Slowly stepping, through time and space. Reflections of a tattered soul, reveal broken parts, of a sum-less whole. A familiar stare, bears down on me. A twisted version, an absurd facsimile. Halfway inside, on a broken track. A disorted dopelganger, tries to drag me back. A soliloquy … Continue reading Hall of Mirrors
Some days I seem to be doing amazing, everything clicks and I feel like I might be able to escape the nightmarish landscape that is my mind. I usually get overly excited and try to embrace the world around me. I grab these moments and hold them tightly, because they never last. I eventually crash … Continue reading The Dome
Shaking. Fetal and cold. Alone. Story untold. Waiting. Hating. Debating. Noise without action. Can’t gain traction. Still life. Still strife. Frozen in place. No light, No fight or flight. Just this eternal night.
Lately I feel like I am not living life. It’s like I am stuck in a film, and I am watching this version of myself on a loop. It’s beyond predictable and redundant, it’s disheartening. I know that I need structure, but I feel like the borg someday; fully assimilated (This is a super nerdy … Continue reading Trapped