Isolated is an unfortunate personal choice.
Moved by wind,
Bombed by voices.

Breathe easy let it go,
You're concentrated comfortable.
Move slow.

I built a garden in my chest
with things you never said—
planted hopes in rows of maybes,
where your silence softly spread.

I watered it with almosts,
trimmed the silence like vines,
taught the leaves to chase the light
you never said was mine.

But nothing real grew—
just a heart dressed up as soil,
soft enough to cradle you,
but never meant to spoil.

You were the seed that never stayed,
the wind that kissed, then flew.
And I — the ground where you once rested,
but never rooted you.

Constant reminders
My mistaken
Masterpiece stolen
Canvas cracked
Down the middle
In need
Of a pick me up
I’m tired of the stupid
Games I can’t win
Festering
Radio frequencies
Changing tune
On a dime
Taunting
Telepathic waves
Tricked me for the umpteenth time
My assassin
Has me in it’s scope
Climbing
Up the ladder
Looking for my release valve
A guiding rope to help me
Outta here
Lapses in time
Warmer melodies
Take the hurt away
Endless drought
Then the rainstorms arrived
With the stroke of a brush
I slipped and
Fell again
Awoke in a harmonic dream state
Just let me be still
Here and pray in my pew
Reminders like shooting stars
Fireflies in mass
Like the
PTSD that comes in flurries
I can’t tune it out
Constant flashbacks
An array of madness
Mashes me like a bug
That stir the *** black
The unequivocal soundscapes
That I wanna hear outside the quiet
That my minds always been lacking

Walls are closing in
My wings
Have been clipped
Tunnel vision
Remembering has
Always been my biggest flaw
Boughs down
The grounds shaking
Evil spirits grinning
A waking hell
The mainframes
Been compromised
The fury has just begun
A lackluster life
All due to my polluted mind
Like a sick disease
Where’s my cure at
The real me is in hiding
I’ve never seen him before
When will the madness cease to exist
Waiting till thee ghost is clear
Will the storm clouds ever
Pass completely
Pretending to be okay
Someone else just doesn’t suit me
Entwined the light and the dark
Where’s the compromise
The colors are fading
In my world what’s real
And make believe is beyond me

In the blink
Of an eye
Devastating days
Led to years on thee run
When the storm clouds fade
At thee bottom
Dreaming of the top
What you want
From me you already got
Circle the wagons
Running in place
Not liking what I see
I’ve never been
Able to make amends
With myself
Maybe when
I’m gone they
Can finally take the noose off
Separate my soul
From this mind and body
That has ultimately let me down
Forget about life
That’s a whole other story
Every breath
Becomes harder then thee last
Convincing myself
Too keep my head in the game
When I’d rather just rip it off
Becomes harder and harder
Hindsight is twenty twenty
In my case the complete opposite
Semblance is me pretending
I’m somewhere else
Floating on a cloud
In someone else’s body and mind
My spirit wants what it wants
Freedom to break free
From me for eternity