Goodbye Sleep

How do I sleep when there's nothing to feel
I'm numb
Like icee hot
If that makes you numb
I don't know
Maybe I'll find out in my 9th life
Feeling tired isn't an option in a grave
Where all you do is toss and turn
Footprints in the mud
Cover the last words of those that you thought loved you
Goodbye to that numb world
It is better to be dead

Secret Place

I keep all of your love letters
in my secret little box
in my secret little place
where I can go when you’re not around.
There, I can miss you when no one’s watching.
Only those letters see
every tear that falls
and stains those perfect characters
that you wrote by hand,
the ones I treasure.
It’s almost like you’re there with me,
in my secret place.
Because only you see me
when I’m hiding,
when my mask is off
and the tears are falling. 

Aimless

What can I do
to forget I miss you.
No one has an answer;
Not these books nor this brain,
not even the stars of the sky.
To say my tears fall like rain
is but cliche drama,
for they do not fall at all.
They just build up pressure
underneath my eye lid,
like a migraine for the iris
soon to be blind.
Maybe that is my answer,
to be blind
and shoot aimless arrows
at nothing,
as to forget my present troubles.
Now all I see is darkness
and all my worries are lost in it
and I wonder what else lurks out there.

Between the Clouds

In the air of the putrid morning
the smog crouches
behind the sky scrapers,
waiting to strike.
The early traffic is unaware,
eyes glazed, sucking starbucks
from their green straws.
Inside the walls of their cars they feel safe.
The smog eats exhaust.
I look down and soon all is white.
Above me, the marshmallows roll.
I reach out to taste it and imagine
the sticky sweetness on my tongue,
but it is too far away.
I feel safe like the people in their cars.

Fear

Fear stung me,
paralyzing what was left.
 Feet burning
on fire that you started,
blisters bubbling in defeat.
 Failure,
what I didn't mean to open,
like a box with pretty wrapping,
 you are the bow,
 tempting me to fondle you.
Tell me how I can stay,
rolling in the mud without a care.
This is easy,
but fighting you is hard.
You're in my mind,
speaking to the dark within me.
Drug dealing your way back in,
you come back at me with fire again.
I don't want anymore scars.