I stare at the mirrors

Don’t recognize the scene.

Faces filled with fear

Stare blankly now at me.

They did this all themselves!

I swear on my mother’s grave!

But now as one they meld-

To them, I have not obeyed.

No! I did, I promise!

I’ll scream until I’m blue

Still, my cries go remiss

They’re coming to mutilate you.

Meet my demons, see-

I’m not the problem here!

Now stop begging for mercy...

Oh, the sights I see

On the mountain top I climb-

Where cities are the size of speckles

And roads are a mere thin line.

Oh the sights I see

On the edge of the world, the shore-

Where the sky goes on for days

And the ocean for even more.

Oh the sights I see

On a never ending plain-

Where windmills cut the air

And each direction seems the same.

Oh the sights I see

On a swamp’s dock I walk-

W...

Five hundred years ago this never would’ve been happening. I would say that the sadness of knowing my days are numbered has overtaken me, but day by day as my joints stiffen and my vision dulls, so too do my emotions begin to fade away until all I feel is a numbness. I’ve come to accept my place in this world- my role I must fill as everyone before me once has. It’s what makes our world nowaday...

I run down the empty street, feet bruising as they pound the pavement. There are tears streaming uncontrollably down my face, and my lungs are screaming as I heave and I gasp and I hiccup all the oxygen I possibly can. Despite my efforts, I feel as though I’m suffocating, feel as though I’m drowning. My eyes, though blurred by tears, are locked wide open- constantly searching and scanning the dar...

A glint to the left

Strikes a shimmer of blue-

Then a glint to the right

Changes that hue.

A gaze back to me

Seems a trick of the light,

As now his eyes are blank-

Overtaken by all white.

Panic overtakes me

As the truth sets hard in-

This adolescent has inner chaos

Flowing to its own whim.

Though chaos does in fact flow

Through every coursing vein,

Those sent to my guidance

Have complete cont...

When a friend asks me,

“Where do you want to go?”

I give them my answer.

So we go.

When another friend asks me,

“What do you want to do?”

I give them my answer.

So we do.

When I tell a friend,

“I don’t care where we go,”

I wait for them to say,

“Neither do I.”

But really, of course I care.

When I tell another friend,

“I don’t care what we do,”

I wait for the inevitable,

“Neither do I,”

Wh...

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I sit on the park bench, a breath of relief escaping my lungs. The work day is finally done, and with it a crushing pressure to be, do, and say everything that’s right. I can finally rest- can finally breath without worrying about the aftermath of a heavy exhale.

“Excuse me,”

My eyes snap towards the voice. It’s a teenage boy- no older t...

The presence,

Like a breath of fresh air,

Pumps oxygen through my blood.

All evidence,

Like a hundred eyes, stare-

They bring waves of emotion; a flood.

The disappearance,

Like my worst nightmare,

Makes me choke on water turned mud.

The abhorrence,

Like a never-ending affair,

Refuses to relinquish its judge.

The absence,

Like an unimaginable fear,

Burns cold and harsh like an unrequited love...