A disturbance enters
My cognitive realm.
I am aware
Yet always
Unprepared.
Delirium soaks
my consciousness.
My thoughts are
Sopping wet.
Weighted down
By confusion
Of what is reality.
Phantoms
Were proven
To slow me down
Before.
Three.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
My skin still clings to the bone,
Though I grate it generously,
Careful to peel off all filth.
My metronome sings numbers.
I follow her beat religiously.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Jasper
I’m fine most of the time,
until I lay down at night
and attempt to relax.
When I let myself drift,
I panic and wonder
what tragedy is going
to hit me in the face next.
The anxiety weighs on my chest
hard enough to make it cave in.
An audible crack resonates between my ears.
Jonah
Most days a glimmer
Is all I can grasp
Like a lasso wrapped around
Tugging me out of bed
Some days a sliver
less than the glimmer
Leaves me to my self hatred
To be swallowed entirely
Equinox
Not the best flow, but here’s my nightly poem.
When crying out for help
Makes you weak minded,
But releasing your pain
Makes you selfish
And other people frightened
How do you escape
The never ending cycle?
When driving your car
To the supermarket
You think, wow
that’s a steep cliff,
I wonder if I’d make it?
You talk yourself out of it
Because with the fall,
There’s still a slight chance
You’d wake up and
Have to face it.
Chasing Cryptic Creatures Update
Hit a block again for quite some time. Happy to say I’m back at it. Writing on the daily is my new goal. My current big WIP is sitting around 23k words right now. I’m hoping to make it to 40k by December. Wish me luck 🖤
Awake
Chest pounding,
Gasps part my lips.
Who’s there?
Is it you again?
My imaginary friends.
I see you creeping by.
My eyes are older now,
But reliable enough.
Why do you only visit
In the corners of my mind.
Renewing all self doubts.
Hello? Are you there?
Always gone in a blink.
Petrifying, eyes flash green.
Where are you?
Why must you hide?
You’re laying low
Making sure not to be seen.
They think I ‘m lying.
They say, “It was only a dream.”
Gasps part my lips.
Chest pounding.
