the tv fizzled out
i heard it interrupt the peace
while my pupils silently burned
in the white light
the fumes of lavender heavily infested
the air inside
and it burned a little
until the nurse apologized

im in this bed sinking
into the heart of it,
belonging to it.
as i take a long exhale,
you are no longer
a part of me
no longer, hanging on-
no more dreaming
within the grayscale


from time to time
i think of
how youd be named
after a flower,
because thats what you would
be to me
if i hadn't held my breath
and let you drown

all of my thoughts lately are unfinished. i cant complete them, i can barely start them. i only feel things halfheartedly. i keep stepping hesitantly and nothing is flowing correctly. everything in my life at the moment seems forced and choppy. its embarrassing. when my nerves get to the best of me, i just crash. i've been doing a lot of that lately. every time i see people i tense up. i want to apologize for my erratic behavior to others, but then i'll seem weird and over-analytical. and yea, thats probably the case. i just wish my emotions could go back to being seamless. does this even make sense?

also, another feeble attempt at making and finishing thoughts:

i wonder what my parents truly think of me. because what they say to me changes everyday. rather, what my mom says to me changes everyday. my poor father sits in the dark everyday after he gets home from work. hes sitting alone under the trees. then when my mom yells at him, he goes to bed. i vow to never get in a relationship like this. he must feel so awful all the time. i wonder what he thinks of me. is he proud of me for stepping into college? or does he just feel indifference? he made me dinner today, and for some reason it really made me happy. hes such a sad man and i just wish that he could find something or someone to make him change that. we dont interact much, and i wish i knew more about him.
my mom on the other hand changes her opinion every day that i seem to be around. im trying to stick around more and more just to make her familiar with my face so im no longer a stranger. i wonder how she feels so uncomfortable around me. i dont know, i dont know. everything is just weird.

It's funny because I go through a week where I can't write anything, and then out of no where it just floods out. It's to the point where I can't stop thinking, and I can't stop writing. It's painful either way. Not being able to write keeps me up at night. It feels like I have sandpaper for eyelids. But when I just write and write and write it makes me slightly uncomfortable. How can someone have so many thoughts all in one spot? I never know where to put them. It's half easier typing them, but then again it's weird having everything on the internet. Anyone can read them, not that anyone does. But its the fact that once I delete them, they're never really gone for good. And here I am, at another thought that's irrelevant.

No matter how often I try to get you off my mind, you're always there. I've told myself over and over again that no person is worth that much space. It worked for a long time, I was able to remain cold until I met you. I'd sprint away from any sign of affection. I must have held my eyes shut for too long, because you dug a hole under my fence to get in, and now you've escaped. I can't quite tell whether that was my intention the whole time or not to capture you and let you go. Because now I see golden people and they only look false to me. Nobody ever measures up to you. I'm not placing the blame on you. I did this to myself. But you are taking too much space from my poor brain. I don't think you could ever believe my brain to be worthy of picking. I shed my skin far too often for that. I wish I was new, I wish I was the mystery you once knew. It seems like I've just turned into old news you're obligated to keep in contact with. How have I managed to do this to myself?

Inside This Fire

Soft waves of heat
pinch my nerves
as my pores open,
confused.
Now, they are wide awake
waiting to be seized.

The lampshade is crooked
and my wrists are sweating.
The light hits my body
like a siren.
Futile brush aways
ignite the sparks
into a full fledged wildfire
on my body

Higher and higher,
the smoke enters my sight
My eyelids burn
As I sleep inside his fire

From the Vault 2

Voices I pick up off the sidewalk,
I cradle them into my two cold palms.
They mumble to me,
I can never quite figure out
what it all means

but theyre crying
and I cry too

From the Vault 1

Why are you SO rude?
Your sound stains
airwaves
It cripple smiles
into signs of finite
indifference

I'm begging for silence
on top of a bookcase,
resting on words
slowly rusting
into the pages.
Silence silence slice
into me and let a flood
escape.

Would you please
melt into someone
elses
tucked sheets?
I just wanna be adored
in the rain in june.
Instead you leave me outside
in january
with hail
beating at my braided hair.

But, your
Creme white syllables
only last on your tongue
long enough to
tug my vocal chords so near
to bleeding.

Hear me out-
be quiet.