Every day when I open my eyes
it is hard to believe how time flies.
Days feel like minutes and

Restless

this is not enough anymore
how was it ever enough?

I have to get out

of this

It’s 3:50 and I’m still reading old messages

How could we look so perfect but feel so wrong?

you were too patient with me. i don’t think I ever apologized

i just - never understood. I

I just want I just want I just want I just want

Deep breaths. Two seconds of silence in my

It’s 5 am. Really, it is.

I’m sleep-deprived, but I stayed up anyway.

I have work tomorrow,

I know it’s just the exhaustion

parts of me
most of me - just hanging by a thin
string.

I

It was quite a quiet morning in mid-November.
no sign of winter's rain.
It was a quiet morning in

Dear Author:
I am posting your 'the-then' thoughts
on this web-blog, since I do not know
where,

As I look through my window
the rain slowly drips
one by one,
the little wet tears
fall down

Autumn’s at hand, and I recollect how you combed every wisp
of weed

Many times,
You have said vociferously;
"......for all success
and in all failure,
faith is the

...and then there are these flowers:
flush with fragility and coloring.

What if I could be

Being Bipolar
Has brought me shame
With a range of emotions, I cannot tame
Sometimes I hate

Day after day
Comes a day
A day full of joy
To remember every day
And to thank dear God
Who

Kudos to the people I know
Kudos to the people I love
Kudos to the people I hate
Kudos to the

Fireworks, like a marching drumbeat
Permeate the autumn night
Hissing and sizzling
Whistling

Barren straight trees silhouetted
against greying bleak skies
the colors of fall lie decaying

I did in my garden see a Snake.
Curled calmly around the gardener's rake.
Knowing that my dear

I am an expert at hiding.
I am the chameleon
of inconspicuousness,
the magician of mediocre,
the

I have this portable hell
that would fit into my pocket
if it hadn't taken up
permanent

The scent of wild flowers blend with sun and sea
The waves below splash
Helping him

Twists pretty face fine featured,
walks on fragrant heels,
bubbles wine & laughter
all over the

In the dripping heart, a dull descant beats:
the ways of ends and means, cross-hatched,
concrete,

If in this doll’s house ever I scream out
I am gagged with marshmallow clouds
And made to

Monosynthesis, this raw jazz in sherbet fizzed arteries
Of motorway madness and inarticulated,

Isn’t it good to know that everything follows the pattern?
That we are snug and secure in our

MOURNFUL HEAD. MORNING HEAD. RAINBOW BLISTERS ON YR FINGERS
Stretch up to heaven and yawn a big

In the dark crimson cellar I crawl.
A fistful of miseries. Knees crammed into
jawbone.

Imagine.
I see the hero-figure/ hear the wind on the window/
Feel it cold on my feet/ I’m

tHIS night/ i am STrUNG up as two cats on heat/ up the
wALLs & halfway cross the ceiling/ reeling/

Whispering. Wishing. With the water washing over.
Swish swish. I wish, I wish. And him limp,

Rainbows & spindrift. The clouds roll in.
Headshroud. I roll another decadent cigarette
And head

This one is sunset red, rich as womb blood,
Thick as flesh:
It tastes of fire and sex
And finger

she holds herself so tight the skin turns white/
the skin so tight, she curls/ an embryo form/
a

All my children are drowning:
Time is a river
And the television is violent,
Full of broken

My china white
horsesmack hand
writhes still
in the moonlight.
Silver winged fingers
glow

I skulk away from the sky,
hide under a rock shelter,
look out over the stagnant pools,
wait for

I can still get
frightened out of my wits
by somebody opening
the door to my room
without

I deleted you
from my mind first, that was not that hard
when I had to delete you from my heart,

October light drenches my room
with beams of luminescent gold,
they chase away Fall's pending

The canons thunder,
the rifles rage,
and the horses
like swarms of bees
storm the plains
of

Every battle you fight, fight and support those in pain
Wipe apart every living anguish and

Assigned Dutch AKA Fuck You.

I read on Twitter that:
..."immigration has proven
not to work,

The night
The map
The words
Of the letter
The drive into
The unknown city
The suburbs
The

Love never ends
sometimes
not even love
for me
it doesn't always go
your way
at the

HE sat upon a stump across the fresh and free
AND laughed against the blowing yellows
and greens

AND God in his kitchen made a soul part of sugar
and part vinegar (the angels whispered)
and