(2013)
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
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
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
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
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
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 pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
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