Revelation

Please, (I pretend to be this mother goose, offering advice, offering truth in all the dark. Despite all of my agony aunt guidance, I, myself, alone, am truly lost) if you find my marbles, could you smash them?

Thank you

So I woke up today to find that I've reached 100 followers. Thank you to all of you wonderful people. 🙂

Succumb

Oblivion calls – promising to be like the sweet blissthat comes from closing your eyes to hidefrom the light when a migraine strikes. The ache has grown too great.I’ll accept the push of fate.It hurts less in the dark.

Side effects

I am struggling with the fact that I am sad. I am struggling with the fact that I just am.

Checkmate

I bite my tongue just to check that I can still lie my way out of a “Yes, I’m fine. How are you?” On the one hand, I’ve only got two hands with which to lift this shit off of my shoulders and damn it, this shit is heavy. Life seems to be full of…

Run

I cannot recommend an antidote for the world spinning. Life goes on regardless of your pleading. You might lose yourself before it's too late to turn back. Who was it that said that you had to always move forwards? Sometimes, you have to meditate on the past so you don't fuck up the same way…

Pins and Needles

The pain of the midnight dread seeps into every fibre of my being. All of the stars have gone out tonight. Gnawing at my ankles. Making mountains out of molehills. Maybe one day I'll rest in peace, instead of kicking off the sheets.

Wish

I crush forget-me-nots beneath a pestle to remind me that my wish is fruitless.

Smile like you mean it

Alabaster lies, wrapped in silk, dress wounds hidden from view from all who seek to comment on what they do not understand. Smile dear, and clap your hands to spur the fairies into existence; for the figments of fantasy are needed now more than ever.

Nighthawk

My poem was originally written in 2008 during a college class as a direct response to Hopper's painting. This is the edited/revised version of the poem. You sit and sip your second double. The jukebox plays melodies of yesterday. You think on why you're here, drowning your sorrows in the first place. The woman in red,…