Alien Thoughts (1)

Here's the thing... The person you see is me. But also, she's not me. Not from what I can see. Here's the thing... I'm lost. But not for much longer. I can feel another Coming through. She's becoming stronger. I must do what I must do. And I have to be Ready for anything. I… Continue reading Alien Thoughts (1)

The Nightmare of R E A L I T Y

    Little puppet on a string, they can make you do anything. They can make you dance, puppet, dance. They can seduce you into a trance. Sweet puppet, they will make you weak. They will make you cry. They'll make you do; they'll make you feel anything, anything, as they please. Whatever they want… Continue reading The Nightmare of R E A L I T Y

It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)

You probably don't understand me. You probably never will. I can tell you that my brain is scattered and to the brim it is filled with madness. My mind is never the same. I'm constantly changing. Forever. I can tell you that I'm a writer. I'm a poet. I know it. I can tell you… Continue reading It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)

Childish feelings but Validity says, “Let them breathe.”

  Let's be honest. Do I even want to save myself? Do I even give a fuck if I fall apart? Let's be honest. I've not been kind to my body. I've not been smart with my heart. My lungs hurt more and more every day Because of all the smoke that I've sucked in… Continue reading Childish feelings but Validity says, “Let them breathe.”