This is too much…

I can’t take this anymore.

I need to go and hide in my small nook—

Here in the bathroom,

I’ll leave the water running,

So you can’t hear me crying.

This is too much…

I can’t bear it anymore.

I am tired of hearing myself—

Here in the bathroom,

I’ll leave the shower gushing,

So I can’t hear me sobbing.

This is too much…

Water ripples through the drain,

But my tears keep fall...

Listen to me. 

Listen to me.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

You’re asleep. This is a dream.

And you need to wake up.

You’re dreaming, do you hear?

_Can_ you hear me? 

I don’t know, but you need to wake up.

Wake. Up.

Ok, look at your hands. They don’t look like they should, do they?

They look like reaching branches of a long dead tree. 

They look like popsicle sticks taped together by shaking hands....

_My body aches for rest,_

_But I must rise_,

**Awaken**.

_My head rings with a late_

_Dream,_

_But I still must try_,

**Awaken**.

_Eyelids protest against the_

_Burn of sudden life,_

_I tell them they are not _

_breaking_,

**Awaken**.

_I must try to rise, if I don’t _

_Soon I’ll have no chance of _

_Being taken_,

**Awaken**.

_Because those who are not _

_Swift enough meet no _

_Gentle ...

There’s screaming and yelling,

Thoughts rushing my mind,

I can’t seem to think straight,

Can’t stop to ask why,

Why me,

Why this,

All I want is bliss,

Instead I’m stuck in this dark abyss,

My heart is pounding like a awakened flame,

I hear the thudding in my brain,

All of a sudden my breathing is quick,

I’m choking on air,

I’m gonna be sick,

This is it,

The end,

I’m through,

I’ll die before I knew...

Buried under tree

Because I liked apples before

I died last winter.

The earth is softer

After April rain showers

And wakes me up sharp.

I am dirt and root

More than I am blood and heart

And yet I smell it

Somewhere above me

She mourns at my flooded grave

And begs my return....

We woke up in a trance

Where were only in your head

And I’m left out

Everything is meaningless

When I’m filled with regret

Awoke to the sound of silence

Killing me slowly

The armored regret

Of dying alone

Wasting away

Taking pills to cope

Leave me out to mope

Uhhhh

The cursed monkey junky...

(Draft #62! Thanks Jewelie Rain for suggesting this one.)

I awake at the dawn

Of a new day

And the sun shines down on my past

And the light guides my future

I awake in the middle

Of the night

And the moon cries its starlit tears

On my presence and actions

I awake in a room

Of white walls and lonely

And the fluorescent lights buzz

And I think I’m going crazy

I awake inside my mind

In a hospital ...

The sky in full bloom

As much as the blossoms do.

Colors winding and twisty.

Bright yet soft and subtle.

The clouds swoon

Beaming at the sun rays.

Soft cream like silky milk

And floating like seafoam.

Nature starts to stir.

The noises coming alive.

Hearing the morning chatter

Neighbors and friends.

The calm of the morning

Serene and washed beauty.

The gentleness of the sun

Awakening wh...

I write my words out loud

I write my poems from the mouth not the soul

Though maybe that should be the other way round

Cause my mind keeps dictating while my eyes look down

Vulnerability is hard

And your poetry makes my poetry feel ashamed

Can’t match up really

Though maybe that’s a good thing

To be loved not as Persephone and Hades

But Demeter and Persephone

To love at all

To breathe

To live

Y...

as the water creeps up

it almost takes me over

i move my legs just enough

to keep me going forward

i try to go fast enough

not turning around to it

it chases faster faster faster

i swim swim swim

it take my limbs

one at a time

until i turn around

it wasn’t just in my mind

i look the monster dead in the eyes

it looks right at

me, the more i run for my life

the more it fights back

i have to sta...