Anxiety Bites

The drip drop fault,
of a sun burned egg roll,
weaseling its dark heart into precious innocence.

Stop trying to pull the building down on everyone.

You are your own worse enemy.

These anxious times are getting old.

Girl, you'll be a woman soon.

Don't stoop to a millennial level. 

Now is our time to take back the night.

Spiritual Sophie's Choice

Where do these words come from, so effortlessly?

Since birth I've felt like a slave to others lives.

I fear that when I close my eyes at night, the spirits of those that have passed, enter my body. Their lives absorb into my subconscious and that's where the inspiration comes from.

A spirits Sophie's Choice; wander the earth, alone and depressed from death, or decide to inspire and live-on inside another.

What will happen to the souls that have attached themselves to me when I go? Some call me a fearful psychotic.

I refuse to hide behind closed doors and admit my innocence. No woman, nor man, is free from past transgressions.

Are you there God, it's me Sophie?

War on Words

While the sun sets red,
the wine is bled,
fresh from the wounds of traveling soldiers.

Happenstance,
circumstance,
an instance,
of distance,
and resistance.

All I Do Is Feel The Pain

"Turn your anger and frustration into art"

If I did, I'd have an award winning gallery of pain.

Burn Baby Burn

It's all smiles and laughs, until someone is murdered. Crushed beneath my sticky fingers, all for the glory of God.

My insides are hemorrhaging with stress, fear, and anger, but the buck doesn't stop there though. All of these feelings are being crushed with the crippling weight of anxiety.

It pins down a slice of depression that's constantly suppressing and scaring away any sense of creativity.

While it feels good to let these emotions out, I fear the tumor inside my stomach is growing. Even at this very second, I feel it writhing around in my belly like an unwelcome organism. It's telling me to feed.

I've only ever fallen once.

It was sometime long ago.

I was lost and afraid, stumbling through a park during bewitching hours.  I feared the sun would never come up, and my unwelcome friend would burst out of my chest finish me off, so I gave into the darkness and depravity.

I blacked out and awoke to a wounded animal.  My hands were covered in blood and some had smeared across my face. I can still taste the salty bitterness on my lips.

It was the single most embarassing and terrifying moment of my life.

The demon was appeased, but is starting to collect its strength and summon me to satisfy its blood lust.

Lord help me appease this beast.