(2013)
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
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
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Walking talking depression Who’s too big around the waist Saying you’re messed up But what I’ll never understand Is how you think that you’re
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
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
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence