Drifiting Away

When you're alone,
you begin to to realize yourself
on a whole different level.
You find out that you
are not who you think
is actually real.

You find things you never knew,
despite all the memories
pinned to your heart.
All the years you have
lived for, do not even
matter any more,
because honestly,
what does?

After a while your thoughts fade into
dreams and nobody knows what has
happened to you
and all those crazy thoughts,
scattered in that ol'
noggin of yours begin to bring sadness.

But we do know that you
keep believing they are real and
a whole new world comes into view
and it appears like everything
you've ever loved,
hoped,
kissed,
and known,
are diminishing right before your eyes.

Until then, just in that moment,
your mind takes you in,
sweeps you away,
and you're gone forever.

And then, just sitting there in your
own solemnity,
you question your being and your mind,
your heart and soul, and you ask yourself,
What comes next?

The pit of your stomach,
yes,
that's where your soul lies.
It's burried so deep,
no one can reach it,
except you.
You can control what goes on
behind closed doors,
and it the dark - yet,
You don't.
Why?
That spot in your stomach,
the very part that seeks
oxygen and sugar and blood,
it feeds off your every move.
It knows what you will do,
even before
it happens.
You're too easy.
Can you feel remorse as
it devours your love?
Can you feel hate as
it knaws at your innocence?
Living is death,
so why aren't you dead?

Life of an Electrical Toothbrush

As I walk past the bathroom,
something catches my
eye.
I liesurely walk back and
I see shadows.
They are little tiki men
lining the bathroom walls.
Figurines? No.
Statues? Maybe.
Shadows, to be precise.
Gazing at the wall
with their happy eyes,
I think to myself,
they must have a terrific life.
I bet they come out, when it's the
Darkest of night,
when everyone is asleep,
I bet they dance.
But they don't move their bodies
to rhythms just because.
They dance to be alive,
to feel
Happy.
With the moonlight creeping in,
I bet they are estactic.

Silence Piece

And the silence made my heart think twice before making a sound. I sat there, doing nothing but thinking. Endless trains of thoughs traveled through my mind and I wondered why everyone was panicking. I knew everything would be alright, yet somehow, my brain did not. The trains kept going now, faster and faster. My mind and my heart were arguing like a married couple, back and forth, side to side, pushing and shoving until, I, the child, the innocent child who was sitting there in complete darkness, could take no more and screamed, "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!" Within a second, a sterile silence glazed over the room and eyes, like wolves, stared at me like I was an animal, like I was the one to blame for all this madness. I don't know wwhy I yelled it, but I know it got them to hush their voices. I stared back at each and every one of them, and as our eyes met, a wall was built between us. I could only hear the incensed silence now, and I began to cry. Hot tears strolled casually down my face, onto my lips, and I could taste the ocean and I could feel burning sand under my feets and blisters forming and my hands beginning to ache, and I pleaded, "I'm sorry." And yet, no one moved and eyes were glued to my soggy face, and in this silent space of the moment I knew my life was coming to an end.