poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Dismantle my limbs, piece by piece. My soul floats above, watching the carnage. Here lies the massacre of selves, and I feel weightless. Complacent. Pull me apart, and insert all of the ashes from the fires you have thrown me into. Smoke signals speak to the inter-dimensional beings. Let me breathe after you obliterate me.… Continue reading The Real Me.
I dance with my beautiful demons; we spin chaotically around the hollow room, laughter booming, filling the stagnant air with music and madness. I love when my demons wrap me up in their magnetic strength. Tightly; forcefully, binding our ties together, as they hold me against their chest. They take my breath away, and god,… Continue reading Bound
"We cast upon you an evil spell of selves." She is magic. She is the moon. She is galactic, the stars and beyond. So how dare you deny her of that beautiful recipe of human experience? How dare you. She is beyond brave. She is the definition of power. And you devour every ounce of… Continue reading We call her mAlice
Sitting in silence. Staring at the wall. Floating with my demons. Drifting away from it all. Dancing with dissociative habits. Drowning in my pain. Folding inwards. My brain's at it again. Sitting in silence Wondering where the time goes As I'm staring out the window For hours on end. Hiding. Fighting. Slowly dying. I swear… Continue reading inward.
This is a short example of what happens when I am triggered and become (extremely) self-aware... Here I am. I've split and I hear myself talking and then I am outside of my body, listening to the words that are spewing out of my mouth and I'm like....NO. Don't say that. Why are you saying… Continue reading Dear me,
Unraveling my soul 