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- Bed Day 2Comfy cosy trap caress my back until it locks,until it achesStay awake watch the day fade away.What can I say?I’ve made it this way on my own.No tone.Nothing else.Alone.Cracking soundsPopping soundsBoundCushioned floorBody fallsIgnoreAll of what surrounds me is speaking to meMy mind is crying yet it too is stuck in this soothing torturous trapWhat have…More
- Doom & Gloom Meet The SunDoom and gloom, the clouds roll inA mind executing an act of searching will be hadFeeling sweet, feeling softFeeling bruised, feeling forgottenIt is not newThis is not new. This eye finds the sky to be purple, where the air is cold, where the ground is damp, where what is worn brings comfort, where the ears…More
- Slowing Things Down: Choosing to find pleasure between the numbers of passing time.Dove-white furopen eyes wide as can beno one knows, no one seestailored to pull love from the heart, eyes like a new born babyLured in by the gazeobserving every move I makeoutstretched arms, waiting..knocking on the door of my mind, even after time has passed, eyes like those are not forgotten Brain, in need of…More
- Warm Bread & Food ComaSweet unmoving grain packing the stomach tighta shift in the brainout of sighteyes losing focus glazing over in the darknessfood coma. Unmoving body, air brushing standing hairs as it circles the room.There stands a being, straight from ground pointed upright.Unmoving.Now sat, be it you? Someone else? Can you remember? Is it even felt at all?The…More
- Potato Apology: Writing wrongs, righting wrongsDark sky I cannot see the eyeWatching as I lieCramped insidesI cannot deny These things are the reason why Stomach knots, replicating pinky fingers locked in promise, a promise to be made indeed. Something I want, something I need. Crawling, stalled I am waiting here. It comes in waves, when I wait and breathe it…More
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