Pen to the paper

The questions are a blur

My mind feels drunk

Not sure how to answer

I think of boys

Of the touch of a man

Palms together

Holding hands

He feels warm

He feels like honey on toast

I thought if only his presence

Wasn’t that of a ghost

I put my pen to the paper

Fill in C if unsure

Will I feel that warmth enough

Is the man my cure

Without touch

Without a hug that lights up my sense...

I was ruined as a child

The cure known to nobody

The pain mine to harbor

The death of myself going further

Steps forward and steps back

There is no right track

A chemical introduced in my youth

A chemical to confuse what is truth

Sent into karmic torture

Medicated so we can’t feel the damage

Festering under the bandage

A child introduced to the devil

Deciding to take a walk with him

Knows not wh...

Calming is around you. You feel the earth beneath you. The ground starts shaking, to the point you crumble and become a tumbleweed in the wind, standing without feet.

In the wind you feel your soul, bright and calm. Calmness sways, like a soft rhythmic song: a song in your heart and in your mind. Your mind is serene, unknowing and unseeing. Being a tumbleweed is simple, and you don’t have to worr...

The sun is in the sky and in the soul. How a star emits visible light, your spirit emits invisible light. This light, feeling, and energy exists inside our body, and when we notice it, it fills our being. To project this light outward and express the nature of our psyche is our venture in life, accompanied by an inward journey of identification and mastery, a process of unveiling, and an understan...

A tiger: ruthless, forthcoming, strong, loving, and relaxed. She is above average height, toned, zen, and has simple but impeccable style. A yellow fitted tee with baggy black harem pants compliment her physique, and she has long, wavy hair complimented by gold hoop earrings. She knows that she cannot figure the world out, so she lives life carefree and simple. Nobody can test her, or they’ll get ...

I decided to run. I took an old vehicle 1400 miles from home to explore the terrain. I needed out; this wasn’t just a split second decision. If I were to just take off with no plan I would probably find myself in an even worse situation than I started in. No, I saved up the money, quit my job, waited until my apartment lease was up, and prepared with supplies and training. The wilderness is daunti...

I find myself in a castle. There’s a tall, big man with black hair and a dark look. He is terrifying for some reason, so I struggle trying to find my way out. The exit comes quick, and I tell the dark man that I’m sorry I have to leave, running out the door. He smiles and shouts something vague as I try to find my car. Instead, I find a familiar minivan with two old friends there to accompany me. ...

Take me far away, where I find myself astray, and in that confusion, I relieve all delusion.

I find myself wanting to run. Settling into my new apartment, it just seems to be a place where I am trapped once more. I want to go far away; I want to be true. Downsize, my thoughts say. Live small, live with full effort, and live free. This society, can I be a part of it while being free? Where will I...

My ego sees him as angry, manic, and addicted. Overcome by anxieties, he sighs and vents his stresses. I’m here to listen and understand, letting him fizz out to the passing of his emotions. Eight years of therapy has taught me to listen. People may be able to discover what they are feeling and how it reoccurs in their themes of life. That’s how people work, so I listen to him. Each time it feels ...

My life in shambles. The world is grey, dull, and unencumbered by any stability of truth. The ash is filling my lungs as my home is burnt to the point of no return. How did I think this would go? Did I think destroying my relationships and letting anger become manifest in my soul would be a way to freedom? Why does there seem to be no choice between a life of forced polite behavior or a life of de...