25 Sunday Apr 2021
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04 Monday May 2020
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Falling asleep, your eyes flutter closed.
Imagine you’re standing straight up in an empty room. You fall backwards, when you hit the floor you shatter like glass into a million pieces.
But the room flips upside down and on the other side of the floor your pieces reassemble so that you’re standing standing straight up again.
Your eyes flutter open. You look around, confused. You don’t realize it, but this is your nightmare. And things are about to get bad.
20 Sunday Oct 2019
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A setting sun
But I can’t see
A rising moon
But I can’t see
I’m alone
In this dark room
There are
No doors
There are
No windows
And I can’t remember
If my eyes are open
Or if they’re still closed
And I guess one day
It just stopped mattering
The world just fades
When you’re alone
In this dark room
15 Sunday Sep 2019
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Of all the things
That break us
I think maybe the worst
Are the almost’s
Those words
You almost spoke
Her heart
That almost fell
Your heart
You almost gave
That love
That almost was
The life
You almost had
How many almost’s
Can we endure
How many almost’s
Before we break
Beyond repair
How many nights
Must we wonder
What almost
Might have been
14 Saturday Sep 2019
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It isn’t that
I want to die
It isn’t that
I want to live
And I guess that
Is the issue
It’s simply that
I exist
It’s simply that
I survive
This day passes
Into the next
I don’t know that
I feel too much
I don’t know that
I feel too little
I float along here
In some kind of limbo
07 Wednesday Aug 2019
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I’m not sure
Which is stronger
The tidal pull of her
An unending ache
Or darkness’s gravity
Dragging me
Into my own abyss
And too many nights
I lay awake wondering
If they aren’t the same
04 Sunday Aug 2019
I’m not ok, but I’m ok. This seems to be at odds, but a bit like superposition, both are true.
The fact is I’ll never be ok. This emptiness inside, these nightmares that follow me into the awake, this rage that I hide, but is always there… I’m not ok, and I hate the question. There is no real answer. Any answer it’s a lie or partial one.
But it’s ok. Really it is. That emptiness; it’s always been there, it always will. Those nightmares; sometimes the monster is after me, sometimes I’m the monster – either way, they’re all I know. And that rage; without it, I would have let go, so very long ago.
Don’t ask me, don’t make me lie. But know, even if I lie, I’m telling the truth. I’m not ok, but that’s the only ok I’ve ever known. So believe me when I say, I’m ok.
04 Sunday Aug 2019
Posted in Poetry
Goodbye’s whispered
in hushed voices
Eyes averted
From fear or sorrow
I’m just not sure
Maybe it doesn’t matter
Maybe it never did
All I know is
The empty grows
Every fucking day
Welcome
to the fade
28 Sunday Jul 2019
I used to say
My memories
Were like razor blades
Inside my veins
They hurt
To rip them out
But they hurt more
To leave them in
But what happens
When the words
To pull them out
No longer heal
What happens
When every mask
Becomes too heavy
To even wear
These things inside
They often hurt
The boxes I keep them in
Are too many to count
So tell me
Someone please
What happens
When I’ve nothing left
Wounded Memories 