My Poetry Metronome
I was writing a poem
about falling into space,
–where the weights of worlds
pull you in
so many different directions
you can no longer feel a thing– 11 more words
6 hours, 40 minutes
I used to wonder why everything feels so wrong whenever I’m with you. I wonder how in pleasant moments, there remains a cave in my being whispering, “something’s wrong”. 184 more words
10 hours, 46 minutes
I’m getting worse.
Sleepless nights, panic attacks & lack of appetite.
I’ve been back to the doctors.
I quit with my therapist – I never liked her and neither did my family. 86 more words
1 day, 3 hours
The drunken nights,
My red swollen eyes,
Crying and sobbing,
So I can finally sleep,
So I can finally dream,
The life which cannot be my reality, 210 more words
1 day, 18 hours
The ice waters down my whiskey as I sit on the patio.
I enjoy the musical clinks they make as I swirl the liquid.
The trickle of cold-fire douses my throat. 87 more words
1 day, 20 hours
Scraps of Paper
Description: A common frustration.
Some pluck time like frozen roses
To set that night at the dinner table
Some prized, some poisoned
Admired, analyzed, later addressed… 52 more words
2 days, 13 hours
2 days, 18 hours