drowning-in-space

I can’t sleep. It’s like when I have a fever     there’s a deadline     it’s frantic     it’s urgent     it has to happen right now     but there’s no “it”, there’s just an overwhelming sense of intensity and incompleteness     and it’s too much and it can’t be turned off My mind is racing when I try to sleep But when I’m awake, it’s nothing There’s a disconnect My body is here but where am I? Where am I? I don’t have lapses in memory Or identity I know who I am I just can’t find where I’m lying Curled up in a ball Trying to connect my

She has a little secret   tucked inside her skirt A secret that makes boys sing   a tragic song of hurt A secret wrapped with anger   and tied with no regret That trampled on her innocence   and messed up her pretty head She brings her little secret   with her into class A secret that must be shared   before the hour's passed Her classmates all deserve it   for they live a life of shame She takes out her little secret   and reveals it with a bang.

     Just before the intersection of Dimmesdale and Prynne sits a cube containing the county’s most callous criminals. Mirroring the prison is a building essentially equal in undesirability, a cage for those incapable of containing their animalistic instincts. In order to run a civilized society, human and animal alike must control their most deeply rooted instinct: to survive by any means necessary.     For the former, that entails thievery and murder, and for the latter, biting the hand that refuses to feed him. When deprived of the basic necessities of life, all rational thinking is shut down and violence and hostility emerge. To m

Two story gray house, white garage door sandwiched between two Broken porch lights That illuminate the half scratched off house number 2-2-3-8 It’s not an old house, just worn in places, broken from Overexposure Night time lets the light from the broken lamps cast Tall shadows Of the trees and bushes and little rabbits that are often seen throughout The neighborhood Behind the garage door is a black Toyota Four runner but from the street It can’t be seen From the street All that’s seen are the broken lights and a white car with a light Left on But it wasn’t “left on”, it’s been turned on by th

They say there is no greater honor than dying for your country. And I suppose that’s true; to bravely step up and fight to the death for freedom and peace and die trying to guarantee the protections of your friends, family, neighbors, country is very noble. But it’s all about framing, all about perspective. The above scenario, yes, I suppose there’s honor in that. But is there honor in letting your country destroy you without fighting back? To give up because it’s your country and we are conditioned to oblige? I can’t find it in me to say it is. When what you’re fighting for is undeniably and inarguably wr

You could say I was in a bad mood. I was minding my own business, just taking a nap after being carelessly tossed aside (again) by you. Some of the others are prone to complaining about it but I've accepted the fact that voicing my opinion will have no relevance or impact on your life choices. I just kept my hole shut. So there I was, lying in the deep abyss of your home, dreaming of grass stains or mud filled adventures when I was so rudely awaken and thrown into a bunch of pungent, slimy fabrics. Now don't get me wrong, I love to get down and dirty. There's just a certain way to do it. For example, after rugby practice, all y'all stink t

          Bright light blinded me as I stepped outside my front door. It was another cloudless summer day and the sun's rays beat down on my body. If it weren't for the gentle cool breeze, the heat would have been unbearable. I had just escaped the prison of school a few weeks ago and the sweet scent of summer vacation (aka FREEDOM) was in the air. It was theoretically a time for fun, beach bodies, and summer love. Unfortunately for me, I had no car or friends that would give me access to one of those delicacies. Instead, I decided to spend my day strolling through my neighborhood of old people who didn't see the need to ensure their robes we

Wondering, lying in bed What would have happened if you were sober instead? Shooting star strikes the sky I whisper a wish and close my eyes To spend just one day with you A walk in the park, a trip to the zoo To have you protect me when I get scared A trip to the past, when you actually cared I feel so hopelessly alone Dear Daddy, I miss you, please come home Sixteen now, still in tears Tell me where have you been all these years Wondering, lying in bed What would have happened if you were sober instead?