Monday, June 28, 2010

p i e c e s (part I)

On average
I’m sleeping three hours a night
My days are longer & my nights are lasting forever
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep
I can’t love this way again

At night
Every 20 minutes I wake up to pieces
Every other second my heart slows down
Every day is a struggle
I’m broken

During the day
The clouds cover the sun
My world is now misty & dry
I’m far away from another cry
Because recently I've been feeling like I’m about to die

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

my writing ability


I’m trying to write something
Make my words flow but my thoughts are unclear
I’m trying to connect these words
Make them make sense

Do I make sense?

My work defines my humanity within
My writing is a reflection of my soul,
people don’t get to see
So why can’t I write something today?
Is my life changing or
am I just not deep in thought enough?

My direction is unheard of at this point
I’m looking at the ceiling,
wondering what is next?
Nothing is there...

The confusion in my head
My reasoning is denied
I need to write about something
a feeling, an emotion,
a desire, a purpose

This empty thought of mine
has to be going somewhere
At least to another dimension
besides the one I’m already in

So I’m writing now...

The bare feeling I have inside
Lacking the trust within myself

I think & think
Thinking...
some more

Until I can no longer think

I’ve written about my unworthy ability to imagine
I lack value in the present
I’m worthless to the degree of defeat

I just wrote about my uncertain writing ability