OCD

Itches that aren't there False steps instill fear It's minor, but still clear OCD

Nights

My body moves easily to the beat People gravitate, but I know the encounter is fleeting I expect no more, but it's a blow to the ego Sweat envelopes my body and a hand's on my waist I move with purpose now, without a glimpse of the face The event is symbiotic, the atmosphere hypnotic, … Continue reading Nights →

Mind. Hands.

I feel full of ideas with no follow through. Everyday, I wonder when I'm going to make a move. My eyes are filled with tears at the ready. The pills and the pride keep me from breaking. I'm not sure how much longer they can keep gripping. I'm bursting at the seams; my mind is … Continue reading Mind. Hands. →

Try to Sleep

There's a new level of loneliness that the song gives me. Something the drinking started. Something from watching people go. Something from getting no calls. The words are so specific, but the feeling is so universal. I want to die. I want to live harder. I want to feel people. I want to hurt. I … Continue reading Try to Sleep →

Sadness

Songs affect me more when I’ve been drinking, Especially when alone. I’m finding that now. Sadness that I’ve never felt. It’s like I can never escape it. No matter the drugs, no matter the time. It’s in the back of my mind.

Drinking Alone

Tonight, I've been drinking alone. At first it was fun. Singing and dancing, happy. Then it got serious. Sad and alone. Lonely. Times like this scare me. Family disease. I want another, but I'm going to sleep. Probably best.

Shiver

The sun's rays force their way Through the spaces between the leaves I watch the reflection dance On the frames of my glasses It shines so bright, but the heat Can't reach me as I shiver

About Me

Strange stream of consciousness poem. Doesn't completely make sense, but does it have to?

Dear America

A letter of hope and love to America.

Eternal Fall

Where I live there is a crispness to the air. The sun shines, but the atmosphere allows us some relief from its profound heat. Where I live you can't walk yard without crunching under your shoe, a branch-full of leaves. The trees above bear enough green to shade your eyes from the bright sky, while … Continue reading Eternal Fall →