Driven to InsanityI stopped to think today.Driven to Insanity
It was only for a moment; But for a moment too long. Thoughts flooded in,
Together a ruthless army, And their mission
Was to destroy me.
I stopped to laugh today. Yet a sinister snicker
Was all that emerged.
It wrapped itself Tighter and tighter Around my throat; And its mission was
To suffocate me.
I stopped to cry today. A tear for each thing I have failed to accomplish. The tears became
A puddle A pond An ocean; And their mission was
To drown me. &nbs
When Passion StrikesPassion… Nothing short of a tornado,When Passion Strikes
An entanglement
Of turbulent emotions. It begins small, Yet gradually it’s size Multiplies, intensifies,
Each moment picking up
More and more
Speed and vengeance.
You get sucked in Caught up in the feeling. It’s liberating, intoxicating,
Inexplicable, unpredictable, To never know
Where you’ll be taken next. Your mind’s gasping, Your heart’s laughing, It’s a natural high that You just can’t get enough of.
But then the feeling Becomes a yearning, That’s unb
A Painful RealityThe all too familiar fatigue creeps in, unnoticed. It captures me in its powerful embrace, Holding me, caressing me Until I no longer have the desire to combat it. My defenses shut down,A Painful Reality
First my limbs, then my eyes,
Finally my brain, but never my mind. It holds on, grappling the surrounding darkness, But alone it can do nothing; it’s powerless.
Suddenly I begin falling, falling, Into a pit of eternal blackness, And taken into another dimension. Looking around, nothing is familiar, Everything is strange, distant, surreal. I guess I’m not i
Her Hands Tell a StoryHer hands tell a story Every line, a different page. Each callous and wrinkle, A product of age.Her Hands Tell a Story
Cuts on her knuckles, Nails that are broken, And scars on her palms
Tell the tales unspoken.
Looking down at those hands, Old and distressed, Memories fill her mind, That cannot be suppressed.
She recalls the long days
Of hard work in the field. In excruciating pain, Yet she’d refused to yield.
One dark fateful night
Stands out in her mind, The day she chose to escape And leave her past behind. &nb
Setting Sun5004 She’s fixated on the television, not even knowing what she’s watching. She just stares. Her eyes are blank, black mascara and eyeliner attempt to hide the dead look in her face. Waxy skin. Expensive clothing. Cheap perfume. No class. She continues to stare into the television. Never watching.5004
He’s at work, trapped in a white four-walled jail cell with a computer and endless piles of paper, stacked to the ceiling. He can only escape at five o’clock. His tie is new. No one noticed, because no one has a face here. Everyone works with erased faces pointed toward the computer screen. Everyone leaves at five. No
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Frustrated...
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