Temptation in the face of practicality,
Shackled by conservative morality,
And the reality of significant others;
The dead end want of would be lovers,
Will how long stay under covers,
Of normalcy and friendship? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #180 -Dead End Want”
Taking lies at face value.
How you don’t dare to delve deeper,
Into what is manifestly untrue,
Into prayers offered up to you,
Betrays the facade you fake,
A shallow reminder in every
Flippant remark you make.
I remain unsurprised,
Because it’s par for the course,
Your usual, enacted without remorse,
A flawed mask of insincere discourse. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #174 – Lying From Me”
Available
One phone call – two calls, three
How long can I ignore the screech?
How long ’til I join it in a scream?
I’m not available.
As I type this
My phone twitches from convulsions –
Even the inanimate
Can be burdened
With illness from the constant
Contact and calling… Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. V”
Without Meaning
Locked away and
Re-taught to be an adult –
One week at a time
A slow ease into being ‘healthy’.
Normal is a far hike
For one of our kind
Average is a step that
Looks like a leap
That lands you
Over a cliff. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. IV”
Why doesn’t it feel the same?
The difference between the calm plain,
And the tempestuous sea,
Why must it always be,
Me,
Who prefers sinking and drowning,
Over standing on my own two feet.
My crowning accomplishment:
My self-deprecating defeat. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #117 – Land and Sea”
The Novelties of Perspective
I’ve been wearing my sheep’s clothing
For so long now, I’ve forgotten what
Lies beneath
Let sleeping dogs lie,
Let sheep-like people hide,
Lest ye discover that they be wolves. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. III”
I broke my promise.
I can’t move forward,
But there’s nothing to move back to. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #111 – Broken”
Delusions
God, I miss you.
I miss you. God.
You’ve hurt me in
Ways I could’ve never
Imagined.
I think I may have imagined
All the ways you hurt me.
It was never real,
If you were never real.
Can the fake leave you
Scarred? Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. II”
My
Everything I used to write
Was either for you,
Or, later,
About you.
I cut you out of
My life. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. I”
I wish I could write a happier song:
With a mellow melody and a catchy chorus,
But joy always leaves me voiceless,
And the lyrics feel like I’m forcing ’em. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #207 – Icarus Wings”
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