Pieces of paranoia
Placed properly,
in parts of my brain

We're all the same

Noises ,are noted as loud
Not , nothing or quiet ;
Like a race car
Driving on a highway

You can't act calm
Nor contently
Mostly on crack ,
You're crazy

It's an escape from events
And/or our ethnicity
To be or not to be just
Another soul

It's bonkers our minds ,
Blasts , such wild
Imagination beyond our
World

A plant so potent
Rich in poison
It breaks away
The pain

Masks the broken
And enhances the
Spoken

We're all the same.

The crows hark in the dead of the night
For the fallen humans with angel hearts
Or so we think

It is human to flee.
Torrents of black, blue and purple
Pulsing
Gasping

Wreathing their death notes.

But it is even more human to rise.

15.12.2020

i have a scar, on the inside of my wrist
not from a blade

it's from my own fingernail
that time i tried to peel my skin off
tired, so tired, of being a
person

i told everyone it was from the curling iron

the only things i never outgrew
were the growing pains

In the midst of her loneliness,
she sings a song of agony,
but no one is around to hear it

Her voice fades away in the cold air;
as she sinks slowly into the darkness
that surrounds her anguished heart

Let us not talk
about family

My father
is the word absence

And my mother
is the word fear