Secrets have always been what killed me I think. Secrets created and kept by me. I don't choose to follow the demands of my mind but the demands are harsh... And my mind controls my life ( Read more... )

Static in your mind. A racing heart. Clenching muscles, grinding teeth. A bloody mess and evil eyes haunting you while you sleep. Your mind refuses to awaken as your muscles shiver and cramp, trying to pull itself up ( Read more... )

I breath, in and out. I walk, one step ahead of the last. I keep moving forward, as I suppose we all must do. I wade, pushing against the currents which persist to hold me down. I can barely exhale, drowning in the staleness of life; even the air seems poisonous yet empty in my lungs. Sometimes I want so badly to stop... to give up, to let ( Read more... )

 One of those days when I question... Question my existence, my purpose, my strength, my reasoning for continuing on... Every hour counted down produces more questions. Every hour becoming harder until I am left in the late night hours in silence, with the questions built up all day long; left in the dark in the deep recesses of my mind without ( Read more... )

What is madness but nobility of soul?
A heart filled with wrath over a lost lover?
A starving artist?
A homeless man drunked up on booze because the pains of his life became too overbearing...?

What is madness but nobility of soul?
A hungry aoul for a bleeding passion?
A wretched lover  outside of a 17 year old loves house, whose parents have locked her ( Read more... )

Ah, there it is. That familiar ::click click click:: of the keyboard. That calm, cool rush of energy that moves up and down my chest and out through my finger tips. That peaceful relief of knowing that I have a place to put that energy at last. A few minutes of passion. A few minutes of escape. A few minutes of acknowledging all that I am and all ( Read more... )

What are belongings but wisps of air
illusions of sparkling bespeckled jewels
mere stones from the ground

So we believe without seeing
or even the need to see
and live apart from truth

How does one unsalt the entire sea?

I write to pour out the passion that has been rapidly circleing inside me. Circleing inside me in a thick grey cloud of smoke that can not be tracked back to. Where did all began? Who began creating the first fresh feeling and desire of knowing who you  are and how to heal yourself. Your passion is a part of you, when all other parts are viscious ( Read more... )

It is one of those times when I need to do anything but write. I come here not because I have that crawling feeling beneathe my skin to pour my words out onto a page. I come here because I do not know what else to do. The only crawling feeling I have is one deep inside me; one that is making me want to scratch my face off with my nails and stab ( Read more... )

I want to scream. And to cry. Silently weep, and hysterically cry as I yell out to God. And to the world... All the while isolating myself completely.  I want to do it all at once. Scream, weep, be hysterical, be alone and together all at the same time. I feel as though it would be the only thing that would do any justice to the way that I am ( Read more... )