From the depths of my “stuff” circa 2002. Here’s a glimpse of 16 year old me… Untitled. This plant is just a seed and It won’t grow at all water’s what it needs stream, river, waterfall While it looks it will drown… by the brook it will frown… it knows not know where to go… Read More Teenage poet … did you know it?
The epitome of neutral. The siphoning of hues. Losing all ink. -Yet covered in blues. Flooded with paper And covered in chalk Coughing on excess Still able to talk Words trapped in symphonies Logic astray Sense makes no sense to me All fades away…. If i could If I could… Today would be That day… Read More Toast, crackers, and Sea foam green
Too good to be seen Too smart to be mean Too quiet to make noise Too nice sharing toys Too seen Always good Never mean if she would No noise Quiet down Her noise Dropped down D tune Let it rest Far soon But the best Deep down Weighted vest No one knows It’s her… Read More Dropped D
She sits alone Tapping her shoe The quiet noise That no knew No one knows A thing about her They think they do But they doubt her Masking her fidget Squirming subtle Silent contents Inner struggle A slight smile Loss of thought Such a trial! And still not caught… And yet again She taps her… Read More Quiet. Noise.
…and repeat. The next day, you take a shower and do it again. And the next day. In fact, you’ve gotten so used to using the same cheap shampoo, that you don’t even consider the switch to another brand that might be healthier for your hair. You’re comfortable with your affordable, lackluster, scentless shampoo. The… Read More Lather, rinse, repeat…
TRIGGER ALERT~~~ Panic attacks, anxiety. This is a personal account of my struggles. There’s air. There’s air all around us. It should be so simple. As humans, we breathe. It’s instinct. If there is nothing physically preventing us from breathing, it just happens naturally, right? You breathe in, and you breathe out. In… and…out… I’ve… Read More To the the person holding their breath…
Like what I did there? Two peas in a pod they are. When I can’t sit still, anxiety steps in. It tells me to stop. It tells me if I don’t sit still my world will come crashing down. It nags ever so efficiently, that if I don’t continue to analyze every single aspect of… Read More “Oh wow, that ADHD really compliments your anxiety.”