My Works

Hidden,   beneath the waves.  Submerged,  between breaths.  Living,  in the time between seconds,  a comfort, like being held.  Deeper,  My ears need to pop.  Deeper,  Goosebumps on my skin.  Deeper,  So time can never catch me.  Pain,  Inside my chest.  numbs  Pain from my heart.  The moments,  In between seconds,  Cannot, last forever.  Slowly,  The surface approaches Slowly  My ears no longer ache.    Too soon  The pain in my chest subsides  Too soon  the pain in my heart returns  Too soon.  The seconds, slip away.  

 “And we’ll definitely have a lot of breadsticks too.”  “Alright sounds good. I’ll go get that ready for you guys”   “Thank you.”  We all say in unison.   Across from me in the booth, Drea takes a sip from her raspberry lemonade. Her face lighting up in pure pleasure with a slight pucker to close it out.   “Oh my god, have you tried this yet? It’s amazing.”  Instinctively I reach for my glass and my face lights up as I taste the sweet and sour pink liquid. Then too my face puckers.   “Damn,” I reply. “That’s kinda sour.”  “Wait,” Erica says next to me. “So, Dante dumped you again?”  “No, we’re on a break,” I reply. “He’s got some real shit he needs to figure out and he says he needs to be alone for a bit.”  “Girl, he totally just wants to fuck someone else.”   “Drea!”   “It’s true. He’s been using you for so long. I don’t know why you can’t see that,” she continued.  “Guys he’s not,” I re...

 How long?  Will I be like this.  Till the world starts to glow.  How long?  Will I be able to go on.  Till monotony embeds in my soul.   How long?  Will anxiety rewrite my life.  Till depression loses control.   How long?  Will desire disable my heart.  Till porn begins to withhold.   How long?  Will purple define my eyes.  Till sleep starts being normal.   How long?  Will being miserable be.  Till pain conforms to reward.   How long will it take?  How long till I break?   What happens?  When it all comes too late.