Always felt different
Always looked different
From everybody else
everyone is beautiful
the lord made us this way
for a reason
some may like different things
others like unique things
We are Who we are!
No one changes that!
I walk the empty streets of a mind that was once my own, everything there seemingly reflections of myself.
Seeing reflections of my past lives that weren’t really mine. I never lived them and they don’t know me.
Rain falling steady. Am I dancing? Or am I just wet…?
I want to read a dictionary, so I can remember my words.
I can buy an expensive word, and I can forge and mold it into a rubber stamp.
I can stamp that word all over town, I can use my blood as ink and we’ll paint the town red.
What heavy burden waits around the next turn?
Take this back, take me back, take that back. I’ve been given something.
I got it as a gift, I lost the receipt, can I exchange it for complacency?
Am I becoming what I hate most, or have I just gotten better at hating myself?
Little fires little fires, glowing embers in my brain.
Pecans, dates, and spider bites. Spider bits. Perhaps a little bit of something I once was…
Little bits little bites little fires in my brain
Little glowing memories that won’t burn away.
My insanity does tend to keep me company most nights. The opened doors beg to be closed, the holes beg to be filled. Everything has a purpose, every item a use. Fires are meant to burn themselves out.
Grim ash is all I want to see. Bathed in gray, veiled in neutrality.
I can’t even get near that gray peace, the intense heat holds me at arms length. I must wait. Have to wait
Wait for my little fires
Wait for our glowing past
Wait for my burning mind
To just burn itself away.
to be free
alone at midnight
under the stars
rain starts falling under the full moon
hoping to never leave
Changed everything as it seems
For once you get the taste of ……..
Horrifying dreams left to spare
Watch others despite you
Hoping there would come a new
One thing left in thought
Why must others hate me?
Where is that key?
Key to happiness and joy
Why must it hide from me
I’m no threat
It should be kept
Mocking, teasing, laughing
In ever wanted this life
So why me?