Monday, September 28, 2009


it is pressing

it's all i can do to stop myself from being crushed

air is esc ap i n g
my lungs are burning

i inhale aliens
coughing i try to find
what i am looking for

to bring me back to what i knew
but i know not what that was
i know what i want


where can it be
why must it be

the weight is the world

Monday, September 7, 2009


self-inflicted insomnia
is what i suffer from

in bed
with the lights on
at two in the morning

heavy eyelids
and a screaming head
for the pillow

but i can't

i lie awake listening to the nothings
or live vicariously through worn out pages
and broken spines

i spent last night with dragons,
but tonight i'm seeing the stars

Saturday, September 5, 2009


every day is the same
but also it is different

i try to concentrate but something always catches my eye

i pick pick pick at everything and nothing at the same time

i run through hallways 
and can't remember if i'm chased or chasing